So, here's the first of two clips of me confronting Garofalo and
forcing him to accept the letter (he didn't want it, as you'll see).
Now, I'm not going to sit here and claim that I wasn't a giant asshole
about it or that I hadn't been drinking whiskey with my large negro
friends for several hours beforehand or that I didn't later call him a
faggot in front of his little faggot karate friends. But, hey, it's
not my fault; it's genetics. You should see my dad when he's in a
legal feud. Now there's a fucking nutcase right there. Makes me look
like some sort of slick, smiling shyster in comparison, yo!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOSheIS6QJo