You Complete Me.

Hey folks, not to worry. Fearless leader here is still around and hunting for woolly items to tantalize you. But what with Tyra not publicly pooping her pants lately, and no major celebrity rehab incidents, pickins are slim.

Plus this baby thing keeps following me around. Demanding food. Demanding play. Demanding a new diaper.

So what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry that the posts have been at a trickle as of late. But if you like, I have about 9,000 other excuses just waiting in the hopper in case the ones above don't work for you.

As always guys, thanks for reading.

Did you hear the one about the model who pooped her pants?

Well I did, and it friggin' made my day! It seems that Miss Tyra Banks allegedly had a small pants accident while at a New York Fashion Week event. The author of this blog reported that he was on hand as a special back area tent was seized for Tyra to change her soiled shorts and get herself cleaned up. It was probably the Fecal Emergencies Tent. Apparently Tyra's staff carries a spare set of clothes for her to most public events like these - poop yourself much, Ms. Banks?

It's not so funny when you consider it's probably because she's loaded her Whopper sandwich with a small mountain of laxative tablets on top like little poop-inducing pickles.

But I'm back to giggling again when I remember that this was the same Ms. Banks who celebrated Black History Month on her talk show last year by celebrating...yes, you guessed it...herself - and her own magnificent contribution to black history.

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