
Oh, Mel... Where do I even begin? I suppose I should begin by stating the obvious: You're got to be a stupid motherfucker to
get fired from the radio station that your OWN FUCKING HUSBAND owns. Hat tip to my good personal and in-real-life friend
TRex, who has had
his own time in the ring with Morgan,
1/3 of the
Doom Trifecta.
Spocko has more. If you don't read
Spocko, shame on you. He's a crusader for us all.
She's now
drunk blogging. Schadenfreudelicious!