Thursday, December 19, 2013

A&E has opened up a trap of crawdaddies with Phil Robertson Suspension


Somewhere in a glassed office room high atop a skyscraper in downtown New York in the NOT SO DISTANT FUTURE, the A&E brain-trust gather around the high-glossed cherrywood conference table, nervously gripping the arms rests and rocking in their leather chairs in an emergency session to strategize how to save their flailing network.

"Maybe we say we will lift the suspension and take Phil back, but only if he loses the camo in exchange for something glittery from Versace... a shave and cut... maybe some oiled beard braids and a Burberry scarf? And put that Si fella in some feathers."

Sorry A&E. There is no duck-walking this back. We gone.

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