This month’s Ginger is that fine hunk of beard and my future husband, Zach Galifianakis. He was born Zacharius Knight Galifianakis on October 1st, 1969 (ZOMG, he’s forty now!). I can’t remember the precise moment I first laid eyes on this red specimen, but it was instant love. His stand-up was unlike any I’d seen before, and he had Edward Cullen’s hair before anyone knew who the frick that dude was.
I had the chance to see him live twice, and both times he was incredible. The time I saw him at Coachella was extra special because he walked by me while I watched the Jesus and Mary Chain perform and it took every ounce of control for me not to mount him then and there. Every time I see him – whether in movies or guest-appearing on television shows – he is beardier than ever before and I go swoonsies. I can’t even think of words right now.
zach galifianakis is the only man i would consider leaving max for.
har har har, just kidding. i wouldn’t leave max. but i do like mr. galifianakis. i emailed him once, but he didn’t email me back.
Aw, what a jerk for not emailing back! He is definitely high on my list of “John, I’m leaving you”s. We all get one, right? I think John has St. Vincent on his list, but it’s so hard to pick the one. The only one.