Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Manifest Destiny Dept.
There won't be a post today.
OK, that's not entirely true. There's another installment of the kind of glorified free-associative celebrity-humping that you've come to expect from me, but it's appearing on another website.
Starting today, this site will present a new weekly feature at the web's favorite destination for satire not named after a tear-producing vegetable, Bob From Accounting
Yes, I know, you don't even like what's on this site, so why would you want to click an extra link?
Money, that's why. Bags of Bolivian currency, delivered straight to your door by one of the most popular Brazilian supermodels in the world. The whole endeavor is all very beautiful and South American, trust me.
Just click and check it out, or Bob and I will pin you down and staple your tie to your nipple, and we don't want a repeat of what just happened with Mel Gibson, now do we?
What happened to Mel Gibson, you ask?
Shhh. Let's just say that Mad Max might be an areola short this morning.
[Drop a comment here and let me know what you think of this exciting time in American history.]