I started to write this yesterday and finished

I started to write this yesterday and finished it up today. But in between then and now I can't remember what it was I wanted to say. I'l reread it tomorrow and to see if it comes

back to me more clearly, but what I think I wanted touch on was the, um, relationship, sort or, between like one of those things that has the big handle but that when you grab the

flappy sort of fold it's kinda hard to hang onto cause usually they're are oily and well iI dunno I mean what I'm trying to get at is ... beastiality's not for me.

ouldn't be able to work in a place where the bosses knew him so personally. "This interview is OVER!" he declared, overturning the table in the process.

And that's when I knew it was a mistake to Interview Andrew Dice Clay for CNN. I mean, the meat head still thinks the weightlifting clothes make him look less fat.

We had booked him for the first 15 minutes and I had no choice. The Coop doesn't quit. "So, Mr. Clay, have you decided whether to run for President?" The Diceman laughed and

lit a cig and flipped up the collar on his leather jacket "Jack and Jill went up the hill, yeah!" "Um, what do you think of the current recession?" "Hickory, Dickory, Doc, Woah!"

Had Dice broken his crown? Either way, the clock had struck midnight on his career. He'd need to eat his curds and whey to climb the water spout to the top of the stand-up heap.

And crown or no crown,royalty was so far away from him!Like Cinderela he was fucked by midnight,but unlike hers,his glass slipers wouldn't be found by the handsome prince.Bitch!