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       Saturday, July 22, 2000

SociallyInept.com Receives Celebrity Endorsement

Norm MacDonald Calls Site "Funnier Than Fuck"

On Friday, July 21, 2000, an extremely intoxicated Norm MacDonald agreed to endorse SociallyInept.com as "The Official Website of Norm MacDonald".  This comes despite the fact that, prior to this article, there has been not a single mention of Norm MacDonald published on the site.

Drunk as a Skunk

Chris and I were starting a night on the town with a visit to the Nitelite, a trendy local bar, when we spotted a bleary-eyed Norm in the back rear corner table, next to the ladies restroom.  In between sips of his whiskey sour, he was making remarkably sleazy overtures to women as they entered and departed the bathroom, earning himself at least one slap which we witnessed.  The slap was preceded by the slurred comment, "I have a pink bidet, if you need it!!!"  We don't know what that meant, but apparently the female recipient of the comment did.
Without needing to consult each other, Chris and I knew to immediately sit on either side of Norm to ask for his endorsement.  He appeared momentarily startled.
"I'm sorry fellas," he wheezed, "but I've got a 'One-Gay-a-Night' limit.  Maybe you ought to go talk to that man-whore in the dress over there or something."
Undeterred, we launched into a rapid hard-sell of our website and asked repeatedly for his endorsement.  Somewhere along the line, he must have heard something other than what we actually said because he suddenly began laughing uproariously.
"Guys, that site sounds funnier than fuck," he said, adding, "and fuck's pretty funny!"

Legally Documented

Sensing the incredible opportunity before us, I tore off a piece of napkin and wrote up a quick endorsement letter, whereby Norm would declare SociallyInept.com "The Official Website of Norm MacDonald".  
Too drunk to comprehend much of anything, and practically unable to write, Norm scrawled "it's fuckin funny" in the line where he was supposed to put his signature; but we then managed to get his John Hancock and a date just underneath the line----good enough.

Know When to Walk Away

Then, before any memory of our faces or discussions could be imprinted on Norm's alcohol-addled brain, we politely excused ourselves.  As we stood up to leave, he waved a friendly hand, then lowered his head and vomited onto his own crotch.  We feel it is unlikely that he has any memory at all of us, and are fairly certain he has never visited the website; but we have his endorsement, and will be forever grateful for it.  Thank you Norm.