Paul Frank

At a Glance:

Some real Freudian shit. Paul Frank's work has been featured in the front page of College Humor, the newly released Book of Beer Pong, FuckThatBand.com, and your grandmother's cooch.

Bio:

I often feel persecuted for my beliefs. Usually, I blame it on my Jewish heritage and faith. But I think I probably just have some really fucked-up beliefs.

Saying what you think you don't think.

Points in Case's resident creepy white guy.

Paul Frank has written more comedy than your grandma's had periods.

Paul Frank is a mystical creature like leprochauns, midgets, and MILFs. He lives solely on a diet of vodka, Hot Pockets, and milk-less cereal. His favorite books are drug memoirs and books about serial killers. Oh, and The Cat in the Hat. That shit was bomb.

Allow me to awkwardly switch to first-person. I've drowned in both the gene pool and a cess pool. I'm like the Michael Phelps of drowning.

Old bios:

Paul Frank is currently working on a Jewish children's book tentatively titled "Fuck You, Jesus."

Scarred for life from years of Catholic school (now repressed memories), Paul Frank was raised on movies like Tommy Boy, Happy Gilmore, and Cheech and Chong, instead of Disney movies like normal kids.

I'm scared of the darks.

I make being funny look hard.

They say the fastest way to a woman's heart is through her stomach. I want to know the fastest way to a woman's vagina. When's the last time you fucked a girl's heart?

Hey, I won't be mad at ya if you peruse my comedy a bit.
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Paul: So I got a "Sarah Palin Is A Cunt" t-shirt.
Paul's Mom: Is a what?
Paul: Cunt, Mom.
Paul's Mom: Holy shit. I didn't even know you knew that word.
Paul: Yeah, well...
Paul's Mom: Do you wear it out?
Paul: Yeah, I mean not to church, but yeah...
-On the self-respecting non-Christian



Paul's Mom: So do you ever have any mixers with the people on your floor?
Paul: Yeah, like vodka and orange juice and stuff...
Paul's Mom: What?
Paul: Wait, what?
Paul's Mom: I meant social mixers.
Paul: Oh, fuck.
-On the double whammy

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