Yesterday I came to learn that the Wiseass Brooklyn Jooette took out her cyber-clippers and placed my hair atop the cruller of Randy, the Secular Franciscan. I suspect that, as we speak, Randy is frantically dialing up the Hair Club for Men to get the “Jimbo Special.” Who would blame him?
Sadly, this is not the first time that “The Great Farookin’ Hair” has been cyber-transplanted. We all remember when the same Speaker of Yiddish placed the GFH (i.e. “Great Farookin Hair”) on a goddamned alligator.
Let me tell you, Peeps. Sometimes,the Blogosphere can be more painful than a case of bleeding carbuncles.