I'd usually launch into my Claude Raines imitation from "Casablanca" about now ("Gambling?? I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked!")
But even that seems trite at this point.
Some asshole rightwinger, married with children, self-loathing closet case from Washington State (on the left) has gotten caught (in lingerie, barebacking) with some manwhore (on the right) during some Repuglican conclave, somewhere.
If you're surprised, raise your hand! If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!
If you want to read all the gory details, click here.
In other news...
Still obsessing about that damned coffee-pot, only now I've managed to drag some of my friends into the funfest.
For Halloween this year I'm pretending to be normal. No one will suspect a thing.
I spoke at a 12-Step meeting at 7:30 a.m. this morning. I was told, early on in my sobriety, that I would always have to be willing to go to any lengths to protect my sobriety and that I was never to say "no" to the program. So I said yes. Sometimes I wonder how coherent I am at 7:30 in the morning while still nursing my 1st cup of coffee after a 50 mile bus ride from central NJ into Manhattan.
We have to be quiet for awhile... they're filming scenes for an upcoming Law & Order Criminal Intent episode in our boardroom today.
My stomach is gurgling, it must be lunch time.
Have a great Halloween everybody!
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