You know, Michael, if I may take off my acting pants for a moment and pull my analrapist stocking over my head, George Michael has been acting strange lately.
— Although, if I may, let me take off my assistant skirt and put on my Barbra Streisand in The Prince of Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.
— What?!
— You bought Lindsay at the same auction.
— Well, yes, but I'm afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will.
So now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.
— It's just there's so many poorly chosen words in that sentence