Paris Hilton bounded on the small stage and flopped in a swivel chair in front of a 'stunned to hush-ness' audience; and an even more stunned Rodney King.
Regaining his composure, the black (former cop beaten ex con) talk host blurted out, "What's a white a*se bitch p*ss ant c*cksucker with little pink t*ts doing in my hood, sh*t you c*nt motherf*cker."
"Well, first," said Paris, "I've been held by the Orange people, a mostly black cult, but now I'm free."
"Sheeeee***********t you c**nt little tittie motherf****cker." extolled King.
"Now, I want to be ... a .. sort of .. Mother Terrorizer, although (chuckle) I know that jobs taken."
"You make me want to varmint motherf****cker c**nt bitch.."
"So I thought I could be, a sort of, sort of, Princess of the American People. And find land mines and stuff."
"I'm going to varmint now, the go for a crapola.."
King then proceeded to vomit on the studio rug and leave the set, much to the cheers of the audience surrounding me. Well, this was not the story I had come to report on; little babies in the ghetto being flushed down drain holes.
Then a Hilton aside rushed over to her, whispered in her ear, and hurriedly whisked her out of the studio. From what I was able to hear outside in the corridor, Hilton was supposed to be appearing on Larry King and NOT Rodney King.
Anyway, that was not on my watch, so I headed across the street to Jack & Jill's Bar & Grill to get a Jack lives here and live my own simple life.