"You don't do it like THAT you do it like

"You don't do it like THAT you do it like THIS!" I shouted, choking back the tears. Once again I carefully rearranged the teacups in a straight line. They were fucking my day up.

If the ride wasn't set up properly, a teacup would likely fling a kid like a flying saucer right through Epcot. And I would be to blame. "Harvey, give me a wrench, the motherboard

is spewing up binary code again. It's all over the floor." "We don't have time for that. Someone has to secure the teacup" Harvey shouted and ripped off his shirt heroically.

Everyone stared at the huge tat. It started below his waistband, then flowed over his torso and down his arms. A Donald Duck in mid-quack. "CONCENTRATE," yelled Harvey,"the teacup

ride is about to start!" But who cared about riding the spinning teacups when this shirtless, tattooed hunk of a Disney character was operating the ride. Harvey was just jealous of

Rush Limbaugh. Before Rush, Paul Harvey was a radio king. He ruled the airwaves. Their agent's idea to bury the hatchet by bringing them both to Disneyland was plain naive.

It started innocent enough though. Rush and Paul sat down in the lobby of a Disneyland Resort and Paul told Rush the story of J.D. Tobiath, a convicted rapist who got a job at an

Infamous place called Felon Frank's. The proprieter hired only felons who needed to start a better life after jail, as part of the bond agreement. Their leggings were permanent and

painted to match their pinstriped waiter uniforms. "Don't mess up again, and no-one need know that you're ex-cons, see?" Felon Frank told them. Inevitably, one of them would get