Last week, while you were coming to terms with your terrible knowledge of Judith Thurman's colonic irrigation, Fosco was
- trying to keep "American Idol" viewers away from his beach.
- beating a dead gay horse and then beating him again. Oh, and then laughing at the ads for said dead horse. Mmmm, repetitive.
- fondly remembering a meal that didn't come wrapped in a flour tortilla.
- wondering whether Young Jeezy is a better poet than Chamillionaire. (Making up rapper names is fun!)
- considering the changing fashions for the "short n curlies."
- feeling alternately juvenile and sulky.
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