that God does, in fact, exist: Bill Cosby is auctioning off a sartorially superior collection of his FANTASTIQUE Cosby Show
sweaters! I am crying tears of joy. You know how those smug Sex and the City
writers are always professing that the city of New York was the show's fifth character and blah blah blah? Bill's sweaters far
preceded that whole anthropomorphizing television phenomenon by about a fucking decade. Screw Rudy Huxtable, those sweaters were clearly
the stars of that show. Anyway. Proceeds from the sale of three choice jumpers will benefit the Ennis William Cosby Foundation, a charity Bill founded in 1997 after his son Ennis was murdered. So the plan is, you guys pool your resources. My birthday is June 27th. OK? The bidding gets underway June 2nd and starts at $5000, which is really a small price to pay for my eternal happiness, don't you think?