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I’ve had a lot of TV relationships in my day. Some, like my friendship with Jon Gosselin, have proven more complicated than others. Jon’s d-bag ways have forced me to distance myself from his company. It’s been quite some time since we have associated. And though I am saddened by his personal devolution and the subsequent demise of our television friendship, I do not regret the investment. I think I am a better man for it.

I was, of course, great friends with Ricky Stratton and Arnold Jackson back in the day. I snuck around behind the backs of my parents with Mike Seaver and David Hogan; always looked up to Alex P. Keaton; casually dated Samantha Micelli; pretty seriously dated Jamie Powell; had a long distance fling with Kelly Kapowski; and always stood in awe of my uncle Hannibal.

More recently, I’ve forged pretty solid relationships with Neal Caffrey and Chuck Bartowski, though their jobs keep the hazard factor pretty high, and it’s been a while since I’ve gone by my middle name, Danger. Greg House and I have lost touch and my pal Jack Bauer has seemingly fallen off the face of the earth. He’s like that sometimes. Bill Klein is a great guy to hang with. My wife and I quite enjoy the company of he and his wife Jennifer.

But my best TV friend, far and away, is Buddy Valastro. Maybe it’s the shared Italian heritage. I don’t know, but the “Cake Boss” and I are like ramma-lamma-lamma-ka-dinga-da-dinga-dong: