He does all his own stunts, has a sense of humor, and gets paid. A very nice compilation…
He does all his own stunts, has a sense of humor, and gets paid. A very nice compilation…

It’s true. He came right up to me with news from afar. I didn’t like the way he was dressed. I didn’t like the way his eyes looked. I didn’t like what he had to say. I didn’t like the way he smelled. I didn’t like the face that he didn’t use the sidewalk and walked across my lawn. I didn’t like the fact that he expected a tip. I really didn’t like the fact that he showed up after 7:00pm with no pork-laden pizza pie. So I shot him… I shot him down. I shot the messenger. But I did not shoot his general…

One must assume that interest in Brit’s hoochie has declined over time. Sure, it used to generate stupendous amounts of traffic to this blog, but I guess the bloom (and the pubic hair) is off that rose. Now I am left to find another iconic post. A lightning rod that will generate at least a year’s worth of steady traffic. Somehow, I don’t think that the failure of the government of India to provide their Olympic athletes with ammunition to practice or compete is going to do it.