John Larroquette
I just came on Holly’s tits and she’s in the bathroom cleaning up. I turn on the TV and flip through the channels until I land on an old episode of Night Court, guest-starring a young Teri Hatcher. She plays a woman who’s trying to get Dan Fielding to fuck her, but he won’t because she’s the niece of one of his clients.
Holly comes back in from the bathroom and gets in bed with me. She says, “Is that the old lady from that one show?”
I say, “Desperate Housewives. Yeah. Her name’s Teri Hatcher.”
We watch for a few minutes. She says, “That guy is funny. What is this show?”
I say, “Night Court.”
She says, “How old is it?”
I say, “It’s from the eighties.”
She says, “Like when Fresh Prince was on? Or was that the nineties?”
I say, “Nineties.”
She says, “What’s that guy’s name?”
I say, “John Larroquette.”
She says, “He’s seriously funny. Did he die or something?”
I say, “No. Why?”
She says, “Because he never did anything else.”
I say, “He’s done a bunch of stuff.”
She says, “Like what?”
I say, “He did a show called The John Larroquette Show that I think he won some Emmys for, and he’s on a bunch of TV shows now. He did some CSI stuff. He’s been on Parks and Rec.”
She says, “Seriously? Are you making that up?”
I say, “Why would I?”
She says, “To be funny.”
I say, “How would that be funny?”
She says, “It wouldn’t.”
We fuck again before we go to sleep, and as I pull out and blow my load in Holly’s ass crack, I wonder if John Larroquette ever gets pissed off when he has to explain who he is to girls Holly’s age.