No Escape...

...from The Madness.

I needed to do some food shopping as it was time to make KiKi's weekly casserole and it was to be chicken and sausage with egg noodles in a garlic alfredo sauce this week. Normally, I would go to Publix, but it was too late to avoid the fags and housewives and--ideally--I would go to Epicure, but it was too late to avoid the GAPS and the JAPS (Gay American Princess's and Jewish American Princesses), so I stopped in the local, friendly Art Deco Market where humble people and tourists shop (I put a scarf over my head to appear humble).

Upon entering I was engulfed in a media frenzy, and it wasn't about me. There--in the store of The Humble--was Hulk Hogan and his wife checking out with the most mundane assortment of groceries imaginable. I shamelessly joined in the fun and Hulk's wife smiled and winked at me when she saw my apparent glee.

This was for that reality show, the name of which I don't even know, but which I see from time to time on one of the bar TV's. It is an obvious rip-off of The Osbourne show and has none of the excitement of The Gotti's, but I will be the last to toss in my opinions on American taste. KiKi is going to get one, special casserole this week.