I have spent the last 24 hours intensely checking out every fact and every lead, asked many questions to many people, and have gone without sleep, well, some sleep anyway, my coffee danish, television, and the latest world news.
Something is going on. I know it. I can sense it. I can feel it in my bones. Something is definitely not right.
My computer & I have been all over checking this out. I can't believe with all the leads out there, that I can't find a paper trail or a smoking gun.
The public has a right to know, and I aim to give them the truth that they can handle.
What, pray tell, am I babbling about? What are sinister forces doing to the world?
I am intensely searching for a correlation between the Anaheim Ducks winning the Stanley Cup & Paris Hilton's release from jail a few hours later.
What are the odds? There must be a connection between the two. There has to be.
This series of totally improbable events can't be a sign of the Apocalypse, can it?
I want answers, and until I do get answers, I'm staying right on top of this.
The truth is out there somewhere. Probably on the Santa Ana Freeway, which leads to both the Ducks' home arena and Paris' jail site. Well, it's a starting point.
I'll get to the bottom of this, or my name isn't Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Don't eat the yellow snow.
If you see Susie Creamcheese, tell her I said hello.
Don't sweat it, ZF. No offense taken. The real accident was Woody Allen.
Spaceryder, enjoyable comment to recieve!
In the meantime, the nightclubs in Hollywood, the paparazzi, and the LAPD, the CHP, and the LA County Sheriff's Department go back to their old motto: We'll always have Paris!