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You know you love Tom Green even after he starts working with Jay Leno. We won't hold that against him. We also won't hold "Freddy Got Fingered" against him, or divorcing America's Sweetheart Drew Barrymore.
You also know you love Tom Green when you watch his wildly unpredictable web-show on his blog at TomGreen.com
But mostly you love him in the same way that you love watching a plane hurdle straight to the Earth, twisting slowly, as a huge plume of black smoke trails behind it leaving a mark like a snail would.
Because we love Tom Green we hope he can pull out of what is inevitable. Although after having the same billing as that laughing high-voiced fat gay guy (and having a lower billing than Stuh stuh Stutterning John) on the Tonight Show, nothing could be worse.
The Tom Green Meltdown is like watching a bullet pierce through an apple in super slow motion. Everything appears more beautiful than ever until you realize what's happening - fruiticide - and every angle is better than the one before it.
