My buddy Bill Dauterieve tells me he spotted South Park creator [and Lord and Savior of this blog] Trey Parker at the Apple Store at the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica the other day. According to Bill, "he was buying socks for his iPod." Not sure what that means, but it must be some super-sikret Hollywood insider lingo.

But that's not the most intriguing part, after asking him if he genuflected upon seeing Trey, he told me no because, "he had this hairy, creepy Japanese manservant/bodyguard watching out for him."

Being Trey Parker's numero uno blog stalker fan, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. In my mind, since the latest Mohammed cartoon flap, he's had to hire himself a Shaolin monk to keep the angry suicide-bombers away.

The other explanation being far too painful to even hint at. Think of a happy place. Think of a happy place....

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