Pardon me for intruding, but I've just now been catching up on the latest issues of national import.
I've been under the weather for the past couple of weeks (high fever, inability to sleep, dizzy spells, blurred vision, slurred speech, heavily medicated, delusional), but I quickly glanced over major news reports and the gist of our current national debate has become crystal clear to me.
And I cannot be silent any longer...
For the love of God, please remove Sammy Sosa's steroid feeding tube from Michael Jackson's rectum!
(more)
Who will stop this abomination? Will Congress have the courage to step in where the courts fear to tread? What about the Pope!
Viva la Papa!
What have we come to in this country?
Stop the world... I want to get off!
(In my opinion, that was not a very good play.)
What kind of fool am I?
Why can't I fall in love?
Okay, okay, I see your point. It wasn't a horrible play and it had some good tunes.
Hang on for a second...
What's that?
My temperature is 104º?
I will report back when I'm feeling better.
Until then, I will be steroid-free and a fan of the new Pope! Al Sharpton! The first black Pope!
More drugs, please!