You people are playing with fire here -- Alane gonna come down on you with some righteous ass-kicking, and soon. On me too, for the "you gotta make friends with her fat friend first" advice I was all prepare to give Tommy until you people slipped the GYN's stirrups and smuggled the conversation into Michael-Jackson-removable-nose territory.

I"m a well-rounded kind of guy -- so after a fancy dinner on Thursday night I settled for a street-meat dinner last night, huddled in my hotel room, shoveling gyro-platter into my gob while saying goodnight to Da Chimpz over the cellphone.

This morning I get the rest of my crap out of my office. I'm sure I can find someone to adopt the talking Cartman plush toy. Flyswatter collection should be an easy hand-off too. Not as sure about the two mannequins -- they have no heads and they're a little creepy.