I actually got sleep last night. I'm drinking dr. pepper for breakfast. The sun is shining. It really was winding up to be the perfect day -- especially with the prospects of getting an afternoon off to swing by my tail.
And, then, I check out the Yahoo headlines. Now, The Super Bongo doesn't know if destroying my office, flipping off my computer, or just weeping silently in the corner is the appropriate response.
Some "motard" director has announced he'd like to cast Paris Hilton, the person for whom the term "celebutard" was created, as Mother Teresa in his movie.
Go ahead, scream, I'll wait.
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What the heck!? All thoughts of a supreme being actually bringing back the ancient practice of hurling lightening bolts out of the sky in an old fashioned smoting aside, she's too tall.
Expect the planet to go hurling off it's axis any day now. Start hoarding bread, porn, and liquor now.
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