I think I'm coming down with the same flu that twenty people had to tell me they had in person last week.
My friend bought me a couple of EasyMac cups because she heard me say I was "craving" them. Which, I was. Obviously, because I had them for breakfast. Since I'd survived on lettuce, flaxseed, and lean meats for the three weeks prior, this will hurt later.
I indulge in everything. The only difference between me and Chris Farley and John Belushi is that I jog. And they're funny. And they're rich. I'm pretty sure that if I was super rich, I'd be super dead. TMZ would screw up the story of my death, like they did with Heath Ledger about 50 times yesterday. Read their website, they leave the goofs in (commendable).
"...Mr. Gallucci was found naked, face down, on top of a stripper (who had no comment). Prescription Viagra bottles and empty cups of EasyMac macaroni and cheese were strewn about the apartment."
"This news report brought to you by Pfizer. And Kraft."
RIP Heath Ledger. You played such a good gay guy that it's a wonder Elton John hasn't reworked "Candle in the Wind" for you already.
goochout.
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