Akon Kicked Anthony Anderson’s Butt in Steve Harvey’s Golf Tournament | The Tonight Show

Published on January 4, 2022

Anthony Anderson talks about playing in Steve Harvey’s celebrity golf tournament in Dubai, coming back to New York to reprise his role on Law & Order and his mom working with Eddie Murphy in a new movie.

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  • Yuriel Cundangan 2 years ago

    Everyone agrees that it made our day:

  • Barry Lyndon 2 years ago

    I love Akon… dubai is fast furious craycray… today the sky turned steely dan red, didnt even get out of bed, didnt even see the sky, didnt need to, plenty high, all these hours all these days, all these lives all these ways, ’cause you know theres nothing but time after time, like, a feeling of the sublime…

    this viddy makes me feel like dancing, even when its slow, but today just cant be bothered to, you know, do it, too much snow, too many stalagtite icicles, and its like, you know I’ll be, like, sitting there, and like, you know, just, like, minding my own business, right?

    … and like a spellbound calico cat in a forest of sunny window nooks, just staring off into space or prizms of light going flash flash flash off passing cars thru the kaleidoscopic window pane, or like, l’ll just be looking at a piece of red lint on a purple pillowcase that’s just, you know, there or whatever for, like, no good reason, all different but, like, you know, the same…

    … like an alternate universe, much like this universe except, you know, like, alternate or whatnot…

    … or maybe I just finished reading a book or thinking about a slice of pizza except, like, the pizza looks delicious and everything, but, it’s like, you know, um, like flying away, like in the skies ’cause, um, it’s a slice of pizza with wings, I mean, it’s pizza, like cheese and bread and sauce and all that stuff, but it’s got these like feathery looking wings, like melted wax candles and a pizza angel or like that movie with that one actress who is, like, um, you know some kind of obsessive compulsive maniac ballerina who turns into a black swan and has like a mental breakdown in a bathtub or psychosis and there’s tchaichovsky muzik or somesuch…

    … but yeah, I mean, or maybe I’m just chill and got my hookah smoke and some horrorshow dorogoy tunes all gromky flip chumbling shooms in me gulliver, and all, like, you know, just kinda relaxin with my feet up in my smoking slippers, you know, like in my plush arabesque bathrobe the color of profundity and swarthy caramels and I’m just viddying glazy eyed at some videodrome gloopy govoreeting litso blurpblurping its creeching lubbilubs just a malenky bit, as it were…

    … and like dancing is, like, not even in my mind at all, but then she comes in and she’s all like let’s dance or the other and I don’t even really feel like it but she kinda makes me once she hypnotizes me as she starts dancing without me…

    … and she must be a witch because she bewitched me and then it’s like I’m dancing and she’s dancing and both of us are dancing even and I’m kinda glad she cast a spell of entrancement on me because I’m in a trance in a dance and just moving around to the sounds of the musiks and her heartbeat and her smile in her eyes…

    … and long story short, sometimes you just gotta dance even when you don’t really want to, because once you do it then you kinda want to do it, and then it turns out its not so bad after all, and everything just kinda, like, you know, melts away and leaves you just out there dancing without a care in the world…

    … just experiencing the pleasure of movement and the feeling of simplicity where the brain just shuts off and the body takes over, like the endless crashing of ocean waves against a rocky shore just melting into the moon, or like a crustacean full of red jello wobbling precariously and unconsciously concious on the verge of spontaneous combustion or whatnot…

    … phantasmagorically breaching the endless precipice of astonishing verisimilitude crystallized in a trove of promeathean preciousiosities made of patagonially hyperbolic stupendia as it were or somesuch…

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