Shatner Roast: 350 Degree Oven, Baste Frequently With Ego Sauce
The William Shatner Roast will be on television later tonight. The occasion moves me to tell my favorite William Shatner story; this is one of those stories that, if it isn't true, ought to be:
Everyone knows that Bill Shatner has, as he's gotten older, had some problems with his weight.
Part of this was because of a habit of sneaking midnight snacks from the refrigerator. So his wife, as a motivational aid, got ahold of some of the slash fanfic-zines published by some of the more uninhibited Star Trek fans, unstapled them, and removed some of the more explicit illustrations from them.
That night, Shatner snuck downstairs to raid the refrigerator again. When he turned on the light, there, taped to the refrigerator, was a double-page drawing of himself:
Young, slim, lean, totally nude, and spectacularly endowed.
Shatner stared at the drawing for a long moment. Then, he turned his head and shouted back up the stairs:
"Honey, do we have any bananas in the house?"