I just had to clear my mind from the awful Michael Jackson news and the awfuler Sarah Palin news. So I asked the little woman if she'd like to accompany me to the mall (yes, Seine here in the boondocks of Delaware has a mall). But she didn't know that before we left the house, I had made a secret phone call to the t-shirt store at the mall, asking them to print a special shirt for me (no, not one with Michael's or Sarah's picture on it---rather, anything else to lift my mind off that news).
Jonka and I arrived at the store, and I put the new t-shirt over my regular shirt. At that point she refused to be seen with me any longer. The shirt read, "Warning: Contains Nudity."
-Old Gargoyle
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