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    Danny Pudi also said “socks” and Larry King was not having it. Makes me think Danny would be cool to meet and Larry not at all.

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            They don’t even have to be new, a good pair of socks fresh out of the drier is the best IMO. I avoid wearing new socks unwashed because there can be all sorts of nasty shit on them from the factory, shipping, warehouse, etc. that I’d rather not have rubbing against my skin.

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              They’re not made to eat, so who the hell knows what kind of chemicals they douse clothing in to keep them “fresh” and keep bugs out of them while they travel across the ocean in shipping containers. Agreed, wash the fuck out of them, first thing!

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        That makes me laugh every time. The meme really doesn’t do his delivery justice.

        Is Larry King really that out of touch or is this a bit?

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          The delivery was incredible.

          “Larry, I’m on Ducktales

          It might not necessarily be a bit but he was definitely setting Danny up with some softballs giving him room to do his thing; Larry King was a great interviewer.

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            He doesn’t come off that way in this interview. He seems like a rich old fuck who’s been so rich for so long that he genuinely struggles to understand how the poor plebs could possibly exist without private jets.

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              Oh he was for sure out of touch, he got hugely successful in the 70s and interviewed actual rich and powerful people, real world leaders and superstars. Over his career he interviewed over 50k people, everyone from Nelson Mandela to Eric Andre. Like the other commenter said, it was kind of his shtick to not prepare or learn too much about the guest so he’d “genuinely be curious” about them.

              I’m not saying the dude was a saint, he was a womanizer and was married like 7 times, but he wasn’t born into money or anything. He was a little kid from Brooklyn whose dad died when he was 9 and it messed him up, he grew up poor as fuck until he lucked into radio in the 50s. He did end up seeing a lot of success, idk if he ever got private jet rich but I’m sure he traveled 1st class more than once.

              Eat the rich and everything but also save your ire for someone that deserves it, an old dead interviewer seems pointless.

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          Larry King is no longer alive but I think he had an old school reporting style that he stuck with.

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          It’s a bit. Larry King was famous for never preparing and treating every person he interviewed the same. Larry King likely had no idea how low down on the list he was in Hollywood.

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      I met Danny at my local coffee shop. I am a total ass and said “Abed?”. He said " Danny. " and shook my hand. Thus confirming my status as Total Ass, and his as a mensch.

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        To be fair, Abed would say “Abed” if he met the actor that played himself…

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      I’d rather not meet Larry right now. I imagine it would be yucky and frightening and then eventually boring with a side of PTSD.

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      Of the two I’d easily meet Danny Pudi! Always heard he’s a class act and super humble to be around.

      That and the fact that Larry King died in 2021 and randomly hanging at the Hillside Cemetery may not be the vibe haha

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      I’d imagine it would mostly be a one-sided conversation with Larry if you met him today. Unless you happen to be schizophrenic.

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        Socks as an answer makes me think of “Ode to my Socks” by Pablo Neruda:

        Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder’s hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as though into two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin. Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea-blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons: my feet were honored in this way by these heavenly socks. They were so handsome for the first time my feet seemed to me unacceptable like two decrepit firemen, firemen unworthy of that woven fire, of those glowing socks.

        Nevertheless I resisted the sharp temptation to save them somewhere as schoolboys keep fireflies, as learned men collect sacred texts, I resisted the mad impulse to put them into a golden cage and each day give them birdseed and pieces of pink melon. Like explorers in the jungle who hand over the very rare green deer to the spit and eat it with remorse, I stretched out my feet and pulled on the magnificent socks and then my shoes.

        The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it is a matter of two socks made of wool