One of the upshots of my vicambulist lifestyle is I often happen upon curiosities and marvels. Such a one: yesterday I crossed paths with Jim Carey, twice, a few hours apart; once filming Mr. Popper’s Penguins, once just walking around. I won’t tell which this is.
(Ed. note: I resisted my strong urge to shout “Finkle is Einhorn!?”)
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