Monday, March 17, 2008

And With One Fell Swoop, The Diamond-Encrusted Pegleg Industry Lives to See Another Day

Dear Heather Mills,

Congratulations on being awarded a ridiculous amount of money that even you can admit is a bit excessive. Hopefully, you'll make good on your claims of throwing some of this golddiggery to all of the charities that you "obviously plan on helping." Might I suggest the American Society of Waynes Who Desperately Wish Heather Mills Would Recognize That She's On Her 16th Minute and Hobble Quickly and Quietly Into the Night and Never Come Back Again. (or Q.U.I.T W.H.I.L.E. Y.O.U.R.E. A.H.E.A.D.) It's a good cause.

Hugs, kisses and (future reference, Paul) pre-nups,
Wayne

4 comments:

Leen said...

Well spoken. She should rot in hell, too, waiting for Michael Jackson and all the money he gets for selling rights to the Beatles' songs.

Wayne said...

The whole notion of Michael Jackson "owning" the Beatles' songs is so odd.

Jonesy said...

I have to be 100% honest. I had NO idea that Heather Mills was a cyborg. But I did hear she had a cement vagina.

-Jonesy

Rev. Keith A. Gordon said...

Bravo! I agree wholeheartedly - the sooner that Heather Mills drops off the pop culture radar, the better off we'll all be. As for the obscene amount of money that she got from Macca, well, as my old hillbilly Granddad used to say, "'taint right!"