Insert Homer Simpson noise here

The sound you are hearing is of a speechless LLama. Shocked, shocked and outraged that somebody would post nekkid topless beach pix of French nooz babe Melissa Theuriau! Is this what the greatest research tool known to man should be used for?

I mean, you can see the little tatoo and everything!

I. Am. Outraged. I am whipped into a furious anger over this, this blasphemy! Chained, tied up, and whipped needs to be the responsible poltroons! No whipped cream cherries for them, I say. Spanked, too! Of all the outrageous affronts to human dignity, representing the true bondage of the human spirit, I say no more! Melissa Theuriau is no strumpet, no Barbarella, or Linda Lovelace, or brainless weather bimbo like Juliet Huddy. She is the last, best, hope for Franco-American relations. I blame Bill Clinton for this. Or the Rose Law Firm.

Oh, and you can bet your bottom dollar we'll be hosting a pshop Melissa's tatoo contest, with Robbo safely on a work-related trip.

GREAT MOMENTS IN AMERICAN JURISPRUDENCE: Oliver Wendell Holmes' dissent in Lochner v. New York, John Marshall's handling of the Dartmouth College, and the final end of the Bar-Fighting Lesbian NFL Cheerleaders case.

Screw Damon and Affleck as Butch and Sundance: we need Angela Keathley and Renee Thomas to revive those roles.

Because what says "The Return of Butch and Sundance" in this post-Brokeback age quite like two star-crossed lesbian bar-fighting NFL cheerleaders?

I'm smelling Oscar on this one.

SUCCESS, THY NAME IS LLAMABUTCHERS! Number one on google!

cue Queen, "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee are the CHAMPeeeeons, my friend...."