Week 104 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Gilbert Gottfried
“It was a couple of weeks after 9/11. There was a weird feeling in New York. People were walking around in a daze. I was at the roast of Hugh Hefner, and I just wanted to be the first person to make a really-poor-taste joke about September 11. It was impromptu; I don’t remember thinking about it beforehand. I said, “I have to leave early tonight, I have a flight to California. I can’t get a direct flight — they said I have to stop at the Empire State Building first.
“I don’t think anyone’s lost an audience bigger than I did at that point.”
Ironically, that wasn't even the joke that cost him that sweet sweet insurance duck money. That was after the big Japanese flood and nuclear disaster.
Gottfried is a true self-unmade man. And we love him for it.
Then he got it back with a brilliant rendition of the Aristocrats joke. Barry, have you ever told that joke?