VodkaPundit

It's Not What You Think

If Mike Ovitz keeps outing the Gay Mafia, he’ll find himself in a pair of cement shoes.

Tasteful, stylish cement shoes, of course.

That was bad, sorry. Let’s say he’ll find himself sleeping with the fishes — not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Oops. I need one I can’t make innuendo out of. Um. . . they’ll plug him so full of lead. . . no, that’s no good. Let’s see. . .

Ovits will get whacked? Nope.

He’ll wake up with a horse’s head in. . . oh, never mind.

Every time he thinks he’s out, they pull him back in?

I give up.