The Regulars

Members of the Tribe
Nov. 19, 2005

Aaron cp — What's good? That hair is out of control. P.S. Who's Don Cerino?

Barry — Good call on changing up the restaurants. We do what we can.

Beef — You were at homecoming in spirit. Or at least your away messages were.

Becca Frucht — Tri-Becca, like the neighborhood! I get it!

Becca Lada — I miss you, kiddo. New York's not gonna know what hit it when we roll through this winter.

Becca TExas — How's that magazine life? Love that NYC livin' like I know you do.

Big Mama Cass — Hope you're doing well at HUC. Holla atcha boy.

Bradsky — Only I would be on the receiving end of a drunk dial that originates from an NBA arena.

Cee-Lo — Keep practicing at beer pong — you sounded like you were on the losing end when I talked to ya.

Cobi — Keep those magazines coming. I like seeing what you're up to.

Dawn — Guess what's in the mail?

Diamond J — I see you rockin' the baldie. Do what you do, Josh, do what you do.

Foreman — Where you at girlie? I miss my online randomness and 15-minute drunk calls.

Gello — Word to my fellow panelist. For an audience of five.

J Flash — Lemme know about them comedy shows. I wanna get my boy some cash.

Jessie — Don't be a stranger. We're all close by but never around.

Krusch — We rock them five-hour drives like nobody's business. That's for damn sure.

Lande — Glad I got to see ya. Less glad that it was only for two hours. :-(

Lauren Levy — We're gonna meet up one of these days. Promise.

Lil' Jon — I'ma get that sweatshirt back. I'm the G.O.A.T., but I'll pass off the title for now.

Lil' Zachary — Where you been, fool? Holla atcha boy. Or at least his lil' bro.

Marissa — I'ma come to Penn State and rock your socks off one of these days.

Mal — I miss you kid. I'll try to stop calling during your dates. Really.

Margaret — Keep doing what you do, kid. I'ma be checking Comedy Central for your shows.

Miriam — Hope you're doing well. Holla atcha boy.

Moses Cleveland — Keep it real. Real Far East. Haha. MoCle and the Barber. It's coming …

Nager — It's Cincy's year. Sort of. They're not winning.

Putt — Miss you, kiddo. Even though you're a crackhead with a talent for helping goldfish survive.

Rauch — Thanks for lettin me stay. Tell Casey I said hey.

RERosenb — Even though you're working for the man, I still love ya. We'll make up for that lost time on the Hill, no doubts there.

Ruthie — Here's to a fellow New Yorker. You've still gotta (re-?) introduce me to Sheila. And bring Stephanie along the next time we hang out.

Sammy — Good seein' you. And thanks for always listening.

Shap — Nice shiner, kid. And good job moonlighting as David Lee. That's a sweet gig, playing for the Knicks.

Stevie Shiffers — Three cheers for 85 percent of JCSCs being female. Atta boy.

Sussman — I'm really wishing you knew less about basketball and had traded me Dwight Howard. He's awesome.

Veege — Whutup Steph? I'm glad we got back in touch. You know who to call if you ever leave the Left Coast for NYC.

Whitey — Hope you're doing well. I miss you.

Zuckerfingers — You weren't smashed at Top O' during Homecoming. Not at all.