Self-styled '60s revolutionary Mort Park, Incensed by Arizona's new immigration law, asked his cafe cohorts to road trip to Phoenix to protest. They agreed, hoping to meet chicks. I've had three lattes and programmed the Phoenix Hooters into the GPS. Y'all go to sleep in back and when you wake up or we'll be getting our mojo on. And protesting bigoted policies! And watered-down drinks. How dare they serve that cheap stuff. Must have banana daiquiris.
I was supposed to speak at Berkeley about my new book on male-female relations. What do you mean "supposed to"? A few students protested, and before we knew it, radical outside agitators from the Anti-Lovin' Brigade started throwing Molotov cocktails. Then everyone blamed the students, and Berkeley fell sixteen notches on the Princeton Review's list of party schools. I'm surprised you let some "brigade" shut down your speech, Randy. The cute brigadier's eyes and mine met across a burning quad ... Less surprised, now.