Sean Penn's name came to mind at the mention of fools. Sorry, I keep thinking of his moronic interview when he said that people who call Hugo Chavez a dictator should go to jail. I think Sean has forgotten which country he is in. Dang that pesky Constitution, right Sean? I think I actually preferred him when he was spouting profanities at the paparazzi he regularly prostituted himself to when he was married to Madonna. Nobody can drop the F bomb while flipping you off like he can. Oh what life skills he has. I had written a piece about Mr. Penn yesterday, but the arrogance-and ignorance- of what he said had stayed with me. So anyone that disagrees with him should be in jail, right? What about when he makes a piece of crap movie and the critics rip it apart? (Shanghai Surprise, anyone?) Do they go to jail, also? How about when a journalist quotes the latest drivel to fall from his unprepossessing tongue? Jail for them, also? Paparazzi would no doubt fill his prisons, also. Perhaps Sean should look into emigrating. Venezuela would love to have him, and best of all, I would never have to listen to him again. The biggest question that I have is why he hasn't befriended North Korea's dictator yet? He obviously loves to be in dictatorships, why is he discriminating against that nut job? Doesn't seem fair to me, and if there is one thing that comes t mind when I think of Sean Penn, it's fair. As in Sean Penn does a pretty fair job of defending every left wing nut job dictator, rapist, murderer he can find, doesn't he? Does his friendship litmus test include a proclivity towards torture, rape and murder? It makes me wonder.
Also, I was requested to retell my favorite story from you know where.I think it fits in perfectly with April Fool's Day. When I was still working for the Retail Monopoly that Cares, we had one of the display cakes go missing. If you know anything about them, then you know that they are just beautifully decorated pieces of Styrofoam. One day, one of the uglier displays went missing. It was a Graduation cake in a hideous color scheme, blue and purple, I think. Anyway, the cake turned up three days later when a customer came into the store and tried to get a refund for the stolen decoration. She tried to be very indignant, she just didn't pull it off well. With no receipt (you think?) and no proof of purchase, the store thanked her for returning the cake and sent her on her way. It was the knife marks in the frosting that reduced us to giggles. The thought of them all hunkered around that ugly "cake" with friends and family gathered to celebrate the big day while they chuckled to themselves at the money they had saved by stealing the cake-priceless! If I made you laugh half as hard as we did that day while looking at the knife marks in that "cake"- you can thank me later.
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