I am as giddy as a Washington intern! Shopping for dresses, a bachelorette party and my good friend Tramp providing the entertainment! It's all coming together for me and "My Little Ferret," Jay London.
I have some other good news that I failed to mention before. After 25 years of struggling, I can now say with the utmost confidence that I have fully recovered from my addiction to horse tranquilizers!
I'd like to thank my longtime friend, Usama Bin Laden, who nursed me to recovery over the course of a recent weekend in Nairobi, Kenya, with a Coke bottle, coconut oil and the internal organs of a marmoset.
With this new lease on life, I feel it's only appropriate for me to also admit I killed O.J. Simpson's ex-wife and her boyfriend. My golfing buddy, "The Juice," had nothing to do with it. I did it for the money to pay off some major debts I incurred while gambling on cockfights in a Tijuana, Mexico, prison. The charges of soliciting a minor were totally unfounded, by the way; he told me he was 16. How was I supposed to know he was a developmentally disabled 7-year-old? And it wasn't even my burro!
Life is good.
