(click on the thumbnails for larger pictures!)
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| Me and Jeremy Piven. Jeremy is the hardest working actor, I know. It’s high time he finally got a break. If you haven’t watched HBO’s “Entourage,” you’re missing out, Jeremy IS the show. |
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| This is Andy (my radio co-host) on 97FM’s “For Lovers Only.” Andy is looking geeky in this picture only cause they put my photo on the ‘Wall of Fame’ instead of his. In radio, it’s all about the boobs. |
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| Me and the kindest director to walk the planet, Henry Winkler. I know, it’s weird, he looks just like that guy who played The Fonz. |
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| Me and a very cute and lucky frog. I was on tour in Singapore and like most queasy Americans who don’t have the stomach to appear on, yet alone watch “Fear Factor,” I did not eat him. |
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| Jon Bon Jovi. How could I not have him in here? This trip was thirty hours of ‘pinch-me-please.’ I flew from LA to Chicago (met my friend Debbie – another JBJ freak) and together we flew to New Jersey for drinks and private rehearsal to see my idol. |
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| Jeremy Hotz, me and David Gee, doing a benefit for the Jonathon Club. David is Budd Friedman’s (Improv) good luck charm, and Jeremy is a brilliant comic I’ve admired since High School. |
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| Brad Pitt and me. The real reason he left J. A. Too bad I look so retarded. |
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| My Mom (left) and Mother-in-law (right). I got these robes in Hong Kong at some store Hilary Clinton likes. They were so soft, they put them on the minute they opened the boxes. I’m not sure why they had to pick up the cat. |
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| Anthony Ray Parker (“The Matrix”), me and a blonde lady. This was after some tequila. I can assure you Anthony doesn’t have anything there I was trying to grab. |
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| This is my “other side of the road” car I had down under. See the steering wheel? I had it for two years and not one accident. Seven tickets, but not one accident. |
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| Ed O’Neil and me when I was working on “Married With Children.” 'Member that show? I look like I’m twelve. |
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| Me and Brad (my hubby) at the beach. We’d only been dating only a month and, although I didn’t tell him this then, I knew I’d marry him and I knew this would be the photo people saw when the signed the reception book. See my smile? This CEO-to-be knew exactly what she was doing. Too bad I can’t say that now. |
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| Me, Toby Keith and Sidney Hobbs. I’ll never open for a rock band again without having my head checked for fur balls. But country singers? Their audiences are heavenly, happy even if you spray them with cow dung. |
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| This was a show for Moms Club International. THE greatest Moms organization this side of Mars. Join it. You may get to see me again. |
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| I do a ton of benefits, but when The Foundation of the Jr. Blind asked me to do theirs, I didn’t know I’d be performing to children who were blind. They were the youngest audience I’ve ever had….and the happiest (probably cause they couldn’t see I hadn’t showered and was performing in a red sweatshirt that was three sizes too big). They were pretty special. |
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| David Strassman isn’t just a funny guy, he’s an international one. We worked together at the Melbourne Comedy Festival and I’ve never forgotten his ventriloquist rendition of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I saw it four times. |
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| Keanu Reeves and me. Too bad we both look ridiculous. |
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| On tour, I’ll talk to anyone. |
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| Keith Robinson, Ian Edwards, Patrice O’Neal and little ‘ole me were the only American comics at this gig. Thank goodness I wore leather. |
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| Arj Barker and me on a three-week tour. Arj is the most talented undiscovered comic I know. The only comic to make me laugh so hard I almost peed myself. |
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| Even with seasick drugs and those goofy wristbands, the color of my shirt here best describes how I felt working this ten-day cruise. I still work them – there’s too much material to be found aboard a floating vessel where people are all trapped with one another. |
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| When a friend throws a bachelorette party for you and the strippers look anything like the ones at this place, crack the tequila and go. |
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| Dave Johns, the funniest comic who’s head I’ve never gotten to see the top of. |
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| My mom should really come out of her shell. |
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| This is me, an amazing publicist and Susanna Brisk (wife of comic mgr Barry Katz). Susanna has the reddest thickest real hair on any woman I’ve seen. She often catches me just staring at it. |
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| The supportive husband on tour with me somewhere in the South Pacific. |
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| Andrew Clay, me and John mellowing out after a full night of shows. Andrew is a hilarious comic, it just stinks his name is so close to the guy named “Dice.” |
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| Every Saturday from September to December, I lose my husband to the White and Blue (PSU). Now, he’s recruiting my children. I’m doomed. |
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| Most parents think potty training is difficult. My kids just get in. |
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| Who says a bride must choose only one man to walk her down the isle? After my Dad died, instead of selfishly dwelling on what was missing, I looked in deeper and clearly saw what was there. My dad’s friends, siblings and my birth father were all ecstatic when I asked them to be my escorts. |
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| My first gig in NYC. I still can’t believe they are gone. |
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| Marc DeCarlo and me working hard on a project. See the sweat? Chicago people; work hard, play hard, and search for good pizza. In LA? I’m still looking. |
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| This is our softball team. Made up of some of the greatest people I’ve met in Los Angeles. My husband named our team, “Milf’s” and for the entire season the girls really believed it stood for “Men in Ladies Fellowship.” See why I love them? |
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| These are the brothers and sister I never knew I had. My birthmother gave me up and later ended up marrying my birthfather and having five more kids with him. It’s a great story that ended even better. |
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| This was at Friendly’s in Philly. For approximately 2.6 minutes, not a word was spoken. |
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| On Halloween, my kids think it’s more fun to pass out candy than to get it door to door. I’m failing as a parent if I can’t get them to understand the concept of “Free Candy!” |
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| Two of my kids in a rare moment when they are not fighting. |
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| My kids with the new baby. Don’t they look thrilled? |
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| I’m one of those weird moms who take pictures of their kids in strange spots. |
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