caution on his part because | promised if he fucked around with me, |’ d let on that he caught his herpes from Nancy Reagan.”
Digby Diehl concluded, “Harlan’ s only fear is that he’ Il get in a car accident and have to re-live this event. And in the true tradition of roasting, that tradition being to talk dirty and mention a big name, thank you all for coming. And join us next week when our guest roaster will be Mother Teresa.”
| blurted out, “I fucked her.”
The audience screamed, hooted, stomped, and Robin jumped out of his chair and ran around in a circle. Then he said, “Gandhi is going,
‘Who is this man? He may not get through the gates of heaven for that line’ ”
Harlan said, “Thank God Krassner got off one good one.”
| explained, “I guess | just fell into the insult mode.”
“Basically,” said Robert Silverberg, “the roast is a really ugly, repugnant, immature and childish art form. | hate it. And | will only do one if Harlan is the target.”
And on our way home, Nancy summed up the irony: “A compliment was originally perceived as an insult, and consequently we’ ve
had an evening of insults which were really compliments.”
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