Butter-substitute enthusiasts everywhere breathed a
huge sigh of relief recently when male supermodel Fabio emerged
bloodied but unbowed from a vicious confrontation with a kamikaze
goose in Virginia.
The goose, tracking the beefy Italian Creatine poster
boy and romance
novelist's movements, zeroed in on Fabio while he was
riding a roller coaster at Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, VA and
attacked his face with terrible force, gouging an inch-long rut
into the bridge of Mr. Fabio's much-photographed nose. Isn't it
odd that these animal hoodlums can pinpoint Fabio's location on a
rollercoaster in Virginia, yet none dare call it conspiracy? And
if Fabio is not safe, then who among us truly
is?
