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Rubbing elbows with Rob Schneider


I didn't realize that it's been two months since I blogged. Work interferes with my social life and even makes me stop writing in this blog. I just want to let you guys know though, that I have met Rob Schneider last night. He looks great in person even if he is a little short. :) 


We watched his show at the Improv and I was surprised at how good he is in making people laugh. He is funny in movies, but delivering witty, funny lines on stage is totally different. I didn't expect much last night 'coz I thought his jokes will be cheesy. But he did a great job for an hour and a half - non-stop laughter for me and the rest of the people who watched his show. He also is a very nice guy and he even told me "Go Pinoy!" when I told him I'm also Filipino before this picture was taken. He is half Pinoy and half Jewish, and he made Filipino jokes about his mom and it cracked me up. I would like to thank my husband for getting me tickets to his show and for helping me get the courage to stay and wait in line to have this picture taken. He read my mind and he knew that if we just left after the show, I would've been in a bad mood for the rest of the week. 

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Tim MacIver said…
It was a fun show. Glad you I could convince you to stick around to get this photo! Life time memory :)

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