The sky is falling . . . the sky is falling . . .oh, sorry. We just lost one of the clowns, but, on the bright side, we still have three left. So, it is my understanding that Newt will leave next. He is $4.5 million in debt, and will soon have to cease shopping at Tiffany's for Mrs. Plasticwoman. So, instead of running for President of the US, the Newtster has decided to run for Pope, as soon as the Nazi Pope gives up his day job. He has, we understand, promised his current wife that, if he ascends to the throne, he will give her permission to redo the Vatican, especially that creaky old ceiling in the Sistine Chapel--it is so over.
And, should the Newtster become his Holiness, we understand that he has promised the Rickster to reconvene the Court of the Inquisition and that Rick will be given a seat on that Court. Nice, huh?
And that leaves only Dr. Paul, who may soon have to resume practicing actual medicine, instead of the black magic he has been practicing for the past year, or so. It's kind of nice thinking of him as a Medicine Man . . .
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