The Doc is back ... and in rare form ... and if it ain't at Obama's expense, it's at mine ... oy vey.
First of all, Chaz, a Merry Christmas to you and your family and of course the ever-lovely Principessa.
Secondly, a Happy Birthday to your Moms.
Thirdly, what the fuck exactly is this?
Even Ann-Marie seems to be praying to become invisible before the flash goes off. Couldn’t you have borrowed some meat outfit from Lady Gaga?
You look like the cult leader of some bizarre Western NY hillbilly religion involving snakes and Chivas induced miracles.
“Welcome my friends to the Holy Apostolic Church of the Buffalo Bills. In our cathedral we extol the mystery and beatific virtue of The Bills, Vince Lombardi, canned lunch meat, DW drums, opera and that pizza with the cheese inside the crust. Join us brothers and sisters as we find answers to all of life’s unanswerable questions.
Is Vince Lombardi really still dead?
How come Obama doesn’t look Hawaiian?
In the midst of global warming, why is it so freaking cold?
Why does pulling someone’s finger make them fart?
How come all the pretty girls like Doc?
Why is that focking pizza delivery guy taking so long?
After the service we will go up to the roof of our cathedral (garage) and wait for extra-terrestrials to come and beam all the faithful up to my home planet. Your tour guide will be Spartacus, my talking rodent.”
Really, Chaz, you are in dire need of a fashion intervention.
I had an intervention once. You know you need to calm your lifestyle when you walk into your intervention and Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan are sitting there with your family.
Happy New Year to you, Big Guy and all the Amicis