if you wanna sing out...

That's right, the big bopper was part of a revolution this Saturday. What revolution, you might ask? No, not an overthrow of the rich to feed the poor-- she isn't Robin Hood incarnate. But one staged outside the doors of the Eastern State Penitentiary in the Fairmount neighborhood of Philadelphia. Our horrible (and quite haughty, I might add) queen was starving us and instead of sending in some good carcasses of meat, she and her cronies through twinkies over the walls of the prison. When we tried to behead her, the executioner wimped out and put a watermelon where her head should've been on the guillotine. Man, I was expecting a bloodbath-- instead, I just got pelted with twinkies. Some Bastille Day revolution!

p.s. my friends, Robert and Kathy, gave birth to a baby girl yesterday-- their first child. Her name- Ann Elizabeth. Doesn't sound at all familiar, does it? ;)