Comedienne Kathy Griffin has a show on Bravo, "Kathy Griffin, my Life On The D-List," and I like it very much. She has an outrageous sense of humor that skewers all the Hollywood "A" listers. She's the female equivalent of Andrew Dice Clay, who was my favorite comic.
Kathy has a disorder, I guess you could call it, that causes her to blurt out things and get herself in trouble (and that reminds me of myself.) I call it the Kathy Griffin Blurt-out disorder, or KGB.

One year she won a TV Award, beating out shows like Home Makeover and Intervention, etc. She says she got up on the stage and blurted out "I'm not going to thank God or Allah or Budda or anybody else for this award, it's mine because I worked damn hard for it." This comment raised a furor, but the words came out before she could stop them.

Then she says she met Cher, an A-lister, at a Hollywood function and Cher said come see me sometimes. So on her birthday Kathy calls Cher and says I have a cake, can I come over? So she and Cher spent 4 hours shmoozing (not smooching) and as she was leaving Cher hands her a gift basket with scented candles and nice gift basket-y things, and Kathy says she blurted out "Cher, are you re-gifting me? This looks like those baskets A-listers are given at award shows." OOPS.
Probable end of another potential friendship.
Oh Kathy I totally understand what happened--The KGB--the Kathy Griffin Blurt-out disorder struck again! I'm used to it too.

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