I Cloned Janet's Breast!!!
Good Lord Jesus Skateboarding Christ Almighty.
If I hear one more story about the doomsday upon us because of Janet Jackson's breast (singular) and cloned stem cells (plural) I'm going to exercise the Gifts of the God of Biscuits and rain dry British cookies all over the shrill stupidheads going on and on about all of these developments.
That's a lot of cookies, folks. You Republicans had best be watching out for the heavy cookies. While your fat heads may make easy targets, they're mighty thick, and it's not like you really need you brains for your quotidian functioning. But I'm willing to make the extra effort, y'all.
Then again, there is one thing that would make me freak out as much as others are now freaked out: Ann Coulter.
I'll share the nightmarish imagery: Ann Coulter's Breast. Ann Coulter Cloned.
Sleep well!.