That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

Lower manhattanite, guesting at Gilliard's joint, rips off Don Imus arms, beats him with the wet ends, then shoves him down his throat; sets him on fire and pisses on him to put him out.

Go and read, friends and lambchops, go and read; It's a fine piece of spittle flingin invective on this snowy day, and we can hope it's the last ten seconds of Imus' fifteen minutes.