Today, Mel Cooley is thinking, "Well, I guess since you're not America's Mayor anymore, we can tell you how we really feel."
Today, Mel Cooley wants you to remember to never trust a man who drops his pants and says, "Look how tiny my johnson is!"
(Hat tip to My Lovely And Talented Wife Who Is Smarter Than Me™ and everyone else who e-mailed me this story. Exactly why did you all think I'd be interested in a story about penis theft, anyway?)
Today, Mel Cooley is thinking, "Well, there's only one way to settle this. Cindy. Giada. Iron Chef. LIVE!!"
Today, Mel Cooley is thinking that the Food Network needs to pick up this show right away.
Why, yes, that is a gas mask he's wearing as a jock strap. Why do you ask?
Today, Mel Cooley is thinking, "Eh, that's nothing - in America, the GOP nominated a 35,000-year-old tool to run for president."
You know, when Mel Cooley first heard about this, all he could think of was this:
Mel will go seek professional help now.
Today, Mel Cooley thinks he can hear Satan saying, "Move over Iscariot - we need to start digging an even lower circle of hell."
Mel Cooley's not sure he can get behind using a reality TV show to pick astronauts, but on the other hand, the prospect of shooting the entire cast of "Make Me A Supermodel" into space is a tantalizing one.