Zach Galifianakis: L Train
[Submit your own Gawker Stalker sightings to stalker@gawker.com] July 8 @ 9 a.m. About 99.9% sure I saw Zach Galifianakis on the L train this morning. Got on at bedford, I think.
[Submit your own Gawker Stalker sightings to stalker@gawker.com] July 8 @ 9 a.m. About 99.9% sure I saw Zach Galifianakis on the L train this morning. Got on at bedford, I think.
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