Guess it'd help to have the link, huh?

Yesterday I sang the praises of my personal Bill Whittle, Bob Blount.  I waxed poetic - sort of - about his tome on identity theft.

Except...!

Like an idiot, I didn't include the link. (sigh)

So - let's try this again.  Go read this.  It's for your own good. (grin)

He's going to be the what...?!?!

Okay, guys, I want you to draw a mental picture.  Clear your minds; this one's gonna be tough.

Say Steffi the Doublewide Bitch Supreme coaxes someone else into marrying her.  (I told  you this was gonna be a toughie. (grin))

Okay, say that, during the course of the courtship, Steffi's beau & I get to be pretty good friends.  (Yes, I know - we're into the surreal here, but work with me on this.)

Now,  say that this imaginary beau...asks me to be the best man.  Does that qualify for a good, hearty WTF???  or what?  :-)

Now...what if I told you that three people were actually doing this for real?

Gordon Keith of radio station KTCK 1310 AM ("The Ticket") reported this morning that Bruce Willis either had agreed, or at least been asked, to serve as the best man in the upcoming wedding between Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher.  Now, just in case you've been hiding under a rock...Demi Moore divorced Willis in 2000.

Ready to cue the "Twilight Zone" theme yet?

I'll have more - pardon the pun (grin) - later, plus hopefully a link.  But my first cogent reaction to this development is, "What the Hell™ are they smokin'  out there???"