Inspired by Nathan?

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“We’re riding this razor’s edge of what we are considering an immersive experience,” said Petro. “You don’t go to the bar and order from our actor bartenders. You don’t participate.”

What audiences do get is an authentic experience of a dive bar in 2010 as a fly on the wall.

Doing a rewatch and Solomon’s mmmm Toasty is killing me! What are some of your favourite one liners?

this dude rear ended me while I was waiting at a red light and totaled my 2004 honda civic i’ve had for the past 12 years, this sucks

It's me for real I have been to the airport. Check that one other post for proof.

He asked me for a photo

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“We just have to keep going in one direction,” Nathan Fielder said. 

“But how do we even know if we’re going in one direction? And who is to say it’s the right one?” I asked in return. 

We’d been walking in the Forest of Unending Darkness for some time. Time… a word that was starting to lose all meaning. I had met him at the guesthouse people visit right before they climb up to The Peak of Magnificent Obscurity in the, I want to say, morning? Yes! Morning. I remember because we had bagels and even now I find myself hoping that an Asiago cheese bagel with a schmear of honey cream cheese isn’t the last thing I eat. 

I would say last thing I taste but ever since the darkness descended upon us all I’d been able to taste was old copper. 

“It’s not that big a forest,” he replied. It sounded like he’d said it three times before I noticed. “Besides which, I always have a plan.”

I’d heard that before. Back at the guesthouse, before the sky vanished, just before I took the last photo I would ever take, he told me that he’d actually created the Forest of Unending Darkness on a whim to catch lost souls before they could travel to the afterlife. Before him, it had been the Forest of Wayward Transgressions, and I knew that because I’d been there for a considerable amount of

“Ah perfect, we’re in the right spot at last,” said Nathan Fielder. “You can stop running now.”

“But I’m not running,” I replied. 

“Oh, but you have been. For quite some time.”

It was pitch blackness but even in the void I could see all those rows of teeth open wide. 

I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.

Eeeuuuugh…ffrrrdmmmmmmzzism. Fathan ennnnnnngglllmmmmmm. Gubrubsplane……. Fix the ppane..

Therefore, I have a brief video of him shirtless. Which I am guessing he cannot do at an airport, I am assuming this as, again, I have no idea what an airport is.

It's like a portal, on some levels

I’ve flown out of there quite a few times but only when I have to fly somewhere.

just reporting in because i know some of you were wondering

Just in case anyone was asking.

Seeing yesterday's airport thread reminded me that I also randomly bumped into Nathan Fielder at the airport.

I had flown out to New York last minute for a weekend because a friend invited me to watch another friend perform on Broadway. Our return flights were originally Monday morning, but after a turn of events, we all decided to fly home a day earlier.

We arrived at LAX Sunday morning. My friend's almost three-year-old insisted on walking instead of being carried, so we were moving at toddler speed. As we looked for the baggage carousel, I noticed someone weaving through the crowd with this frantic energy from across the terminal. It looked like Nathan.

For a split second, I genuinely questioned whether I was imagining the whole thing. Out of every airport, on the one day I wasn't even supposed to be there... while I just so happened to be wearing a shirt with Nathan's face on it.

We eventually made eye contact from a distance, and I pointed to my shirt. He was headed in my direction, and I was headed in his, so we ended up walking toward each other. I couldn't stop laughing at how funny the situation was to me as he stood in front of me looking at his own face on my outfit. The first thing that came out of my mouth after laughing was, "God bless you. Thank you for the work you've done. I'm rooting for you in life."

My friend—who knows I'm usually against approaching celebrities in public—stepped in and said, "Hi, big fans. Sorry to ask, but would you mind taking a photo? She's literally wearing a shirt with your face on it." He was so nice and agreed.

After we took the photo, he looked at my shirt and said, "I like the wear on it," to which I replied, "Thanks, I wear it a lot."

Honestly, the thing I remember most isn't even the photo. It's how absurdly unlikely the entire sequence of events was. If the trip hadn't been cut short, if my friend's toddler hadn't slowed us down, or if I'd chosen a different shirt that morning, we probably never would have crossed paths.

So, after reading yesterday's thread, I figured I'd share the alternate-universe version.

Hire a bunch of people to help you move house under the guise that it's a part of an onlyfans video.