Knock, knock, knock... is this thing on? Hello??? Anybody out there? Guess it doesn't matter. Anyways, I'm back, for one article at least, maybe more. So what's all the big deal that drags Johnny Royale out of his drunken stupor? Well, ok, I'm still in a drunken stupor, but I have something to say.
The Main Stream Media has finally, finally, done some real investigation reporting. They sent a reporter from 20/20 to determine if super-premium vodka can be detected by the regular utterly pretentious morons that inhabit Manhattan's trendiest and most barf-a-riffic night clubs.
The answer is, of course, no. And I'm sorry if I spoiled the ending for you. But no big surprise there, I figured that out about 10 years ago. Vodka is vodka is vodka. Something you should tattoo to the inside of your eyelids.
Now that 20/20 has re-answered this all important question, maybe they can figure out why 30% of this country still likes King George and thinks Jesus (who loves us all) is coming back any day now to slaughter billions and only take the true believers to heaven. Personally, I think if Jesus loved me (and in the very unlikely event he actually exists), he'd come up with a different plan for the so-called Rapture that wasn't cribbed right out of the Cheney play book.
Now, where's my cheap vodka, I need another drink.
