The list of people who say I remind them of Seth Rogen, or vice versa, is growing rapidly.
Look, gang. I know we’re both beer-drinking fat guys with reddish brown hair and brown eyes. I know we’re both funny and sarcastic to cover up our sweet souls. I know we both curse way too much and have no qualms about launching into horrifyingly disgusting stories about ourselves and our lives for the sake of a laugh. I know we both have the same kind of rounded face and permanent stubble. I know we both have, on occasion, rocked the glasses. I know we’re both about six feet tall. I know we both dress like we’re borderline homeless. I know his last name is Rogen and my last name is Hogan. I know we’re both pop-culture garbage dumps who can wax in great detail about comic book characters, horror movies, and TV shows that went off the air before we were born. I know we’re the same age.
But other than that, I don’t see any resemblance whatsoever. I mean, I have straight hair, people! Come on! We’re nothing alike!
John Carter Cash Ron
Author’s Note: Seriously, I get this all the time. But for the love of God, he’s Canadian!