Wanda Sykes - man, I hope she falls into a giant vat of boiling grease. That would be great…if she fell into a McDonald’s vat and just bubbled away to a pile of deep-fried bones. They could put her skeleton on the dollar menu, right next to those kangaroo-meat burgers and fake-chocolate shakes. They’d have McRibs, McSkull, McFingers…the single restaurant that was lucky enough to get her would be the most-famous McDonald’s ever!
Better yet, they could prop her up in the McPlayground with her arm extended to the maximum height limit for the kids who want to go into the ball pit. They could crack open her French-fried jaw and insert a tape recorder so that kids would hear, “You must be this short to play” over and over and over.
Oh. None of you are laughing? You don’t think my comedy routine is funny? I’m just being bitter and mean?
Wait. Wait. Hang on, guys. You mean to tell me that it’s not funny to wish serious, physical harm – up to, and possibly including, a painful death – on someone? I’m shocked. I took my comedic cues from Sykes, and was led to believe that this was hee-larious stuff. You’re saying that, even though everyone’s sense of humor is different, and even though not very many of us laugh at everything that’s presented as a joke, she’s just not cutting it?
Well, pooh. That’s the last time I let a celebrity tell me what to think and do.
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