Mr. Rogers is dead.
And in a stroke of almost-irony, this vegetarian was killed by stomach cancer. Think of it as God's way of saying, "eat meat, be-atch!"
Ok, now admit it - this guy was freaky. Here's a grown man who plays with puppets all day and only leaves the house to go to a place called "The Neighborhood of Make-Believe". He has a special pair of "indoor shoes". His mailman's name is "Mr. McFeely".
If you don't think this is suspicious, you've probably hired Michael Jackson as your babysitter.
-e
Posted by eviljack in reality at March 3, 2003 01:56 AM