Happy B-List Wednesday

I can’t believe my eyes, I saw Joan Rivers on my way to work today, in a public space. Yes, a public space. Could it be that royalty has descended to spend her time with the bourgeoisie?

Could it really be her? There were strict rules to keep open flames away from her, in fears that she would melt. But maybe it was a clone – I would never think that she would be caught dead in a train terminal, of all places.

Impersonator? Gosh, I hope nobody hates themselves so much to do something that drastic.

All I ask Joan, please don’t confuse this with excitement, it isn’t, just my special version of sarcasm.