June 11, 2007, 4:45 pm, 18th and 7th: As we rushed home to watch Dr. Phil, we were accosted by a familiar creature on a bicycle. It was the Talking Head-master David Byrne, wearing a Devo cycling helmet! He almost ran us over, which would have meant missing a touching bitchfest from TV's most popular bald psychologist (Dr. Keith is #2). Ten years ago, a former BF approached DB on a plane and asked him for his autograph. With less gray hair, the singing star obliged and remarked on Dish's unusual name. We wanted to yell after him thank you, but then remember our hatred for cyclists.In other news, BF texted us that Paris Hilton has found God. We're not wowed by this because everyone finds God, it seems. Why not Satan, Hecate, Erato, or Allah? Shouldn't they get their due? Why can't Paris find implanted in her buttcheek the piece of lead that came from the pencil a friend stuck on her chair in the fifth grade? Oh wait...that was our finding. God and speed, Paris.
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