Holy moley, Paul Prudhomme's been popped
OK, this is weird. Janet Keeler (S. Crazy, to well wishers) and I were just talking about PP. As in, where's he been? As in, check Who's Alive, Who's Dead.
Get this: He was grazed by a bullet yesterday (Tuesday). He was cooking at the TPC golf course in Avondale when, according to deputies, he felt something hit his arm. A .22 caliber bullet then fell from his sleeve.
Folks, it did not penetrate. I repeat: no penetration. That's why the redfish on all of planet Earth still quake at the mention of him. He's hefty, but a badass.
In fact, were it not for lack of opposable thumbs, I'd start wondering about the species of the culprit. It's been downgraded from a shooting to a "complaint," whatever that means.
Photo courtesy Avatar Productions.
"He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise." 
Perhaps the culprit was Dom Deluise?
Posted by: JM | March 25, 2008 at 11:38 PM
That picture IS Dom DeLuise, you dickwad!!
Posted by: agatha | March 26, 2008 at 04:49 AM
Ah, Agatha, I got you again. Too easy.
BTW, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
Posted by: JM | March 26, 2008 at 09:01 AM
OHHHHH NOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN
Posted by: Old Chef Dude | March 26, 2008 at 10:57 AM
ROTFLMAO with JM!
Posted by: Hank | March 26, 2008 at 12:32 PM