In the spirit of givin' and receivin' thanks, I would just like to thank you bulatedly Mr. Billy Corrigan for the industrial strength head wax you gave me for Christmas.

Well, if it's ain't my fellow 90s Kojak! You be right, if'n Bill "Bubbuz" Clinton ever did anything for this country, it's in makin' people more relaxed about the cross-dressling.

Shit son, it's a wonda we don't add 1 to 1 together by rubbing our coconuts togetha and creatin' something the people didn't realize they desperately needed.

That is truly apropos analyses, my fellow chrome dome, especially when you consider yours truly was the author of the brilliant book "…And The Horse He Rode In On: The People vs. Kenneth Starr."

Ain't dat the truth, my follicle-challenged brutha. Like my momma always said to me, "You cain't say anythin' without soundin' like an ass."

From one cueball to anutha, you has hit the nail on the head, Mr. Billy Corgan. Gish is a wonderful product of the nineteen nineties, and I am just as sure of that as I am of my relevancy in world politics.