Well, Iíve never been more humiliated in my life than I was today. Here it was Good Friday and my day began as is my standard Good Friday tradition - getiing up first thing, having a good breakfast (I think you know what I mean by a good breakfast) and visiting my security guard friends. As they start telling me about their flash lights and their feelings about society I begin to put on my Easter Bunny costume and take out my bottle of Southern Comfort.
And then we, my seucrity guard friends and I, Murrayís the loudest, Leonís the saddest, begin to make our Easter bunny rounds - hiding our "Easter treats." Here, treats equals spray-painted potatoes.
Then we started giving out our treats and drinking our Southern Comfort just because, you know, it's what the children expect. And before we knew it, we got thrown out of the Viper Room. It wasn't even dark yet. What will my night hold? Iíll keep you posted.