There will be many, many more bests to come. And I’d rather keep the focus on a highly misbehaved future than what came in kooky Christmases past. Look to this missive in the upcoming weeks for further stocking stuffers, Britney's dubious dude collection notwithstanding.
“You’ll have to ask the president’s office about his schedule,” chirpy spokesperson further chirped, albeit semicurtly. Fair enough. So, we rang up the press office of the Prez himself, where someone took our info and promised they'd call us back. And I’m going to marry my fiancé a virgin.
Gosh, so Depp has depth. That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Davey, accompanied by a buxom, blond rendition of ex-wifey Ms. Electra, also talked about all the T-town train wrecks.
See, Dave thinks we press peeps are the ones overstepping boundaries. So not interesting. Could tune into the damn Fox network for that nincompoop thought.