I am still not sure why Kreischer took off his shirt the entire time in his latest Netflix Special, but he is funny as fuck. He starts off with ordering his Starbucks coffee from a black barista: a venti thug-out coffee, a venti I-don’t-want-to-be-pulled-over-for-no-reason-at-all coffee, and let me not spoil the last one. On sex and sick, he has no problem doing doggy-style so that his wife can cough to the wall. His relationship with his daughters—the period party in particular—is beautiful and hilarious. Seeing his gut hanging out the whole time is a bit off-putting, but Kreischer is a good storyteller. Go streaming on Netflix while quarantining.
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