Yesterday afternoon, as I was shamelessly surfing the sofa post-La Luz, one eye on my eBay search, the other on Tiger Woods, S.B. pulled me from my perch to witness this:
The Nature Channel's version of Alien Vs. Predator, right there on my front porch. And Madonna lost. Do you know that little shit dragged her for about a yard and then flew away with her? Upsetting as it was, from an ethological standpoint, it's all good. I mean, that's some pretty single-minded determination right there. Not to mention muscles . . .
RIP, Madonna. Thank goodness there are two more of you left to pass along your DNA.