The brave but depraved me answered the clang of the toot alert and OMG'd for a long time. Kudos to Kona. All praise to the vas deferens between the depressor and the air brush.

Teeth don't fail me now. All this mouth talk gots me thankin' 'bout now. Can't find the words to express that I'm momentarily in the moment and singing about dog preening. An hour of who's your daddy while the fluoride dries is just being downright decent. Oh, the package in the mail. The slavishness of effective reportage just won't cease.

The scene is ideal and the tone is anticipation. Peaches and Herb moment coming up. JLo is coming up the driveway, oh, wait - it's not JLo it's BWM. Ebony and Ivory are gonna freak.