I really think I’d rather not know what it means that Saddam Hussein, pants wet in fear from a nearby exploded hand gernade, crawled out of the rubble, surrendered to me—ending the war in an instant—and bequeathed to me his wet-behind-the-ears newborn before he was marched off to be hanged.
You didn’t happen to eat pepperoni pizza and fall asleep watching “Hot Soup Musical” did you?
Damn. I was hoping when I clicked through the “on this day” link that I hadn’t written that. That’s some seriously weird shit. Get help, ‘mouse!