What a week. We laughed. We cried. We became cyborgs.
At Slate's XX Factor, I compared governors and pimps, listened to that motherfucker Obama use the n-word, and considered the Frankenpenis.
At the Frisky, I blamed it on Madonna, decapitated Brad Pitt, and beat up Ed Westwick.
So! Everything is in limbo. I'm looking for Paradise. When will I see the celestial sphere? Who knows.
Have a great weekend, because Valentine's Day is for VD.
