I was passing by the television when I just happened to look over and see it. And then, I'm thinking, "Is this some kind of edited video gag? Jib-Jab? A missing episode of Married With Children, with shoe salesman Al Bundy fantasizing about his four touchdown game at Polk High? What the hell is this?

Whatever it was, or turns out to be, it was pretty funny. But again, it's like another one of those sad Seinfelds - you're sad as soon as you're done laughing. And, in Mr Mathathar al Zaida's case, those fresh compound fractures of the funny bone make that especially true.

Mr al Zaida may have had them rolling in the aisles (in more ways than one), but he's now paying Georges's bob & weave chiropractor bill. And, I'm assuming that the cost for scrubbing the shit stains out of George's drawers is billed separately.

I don't know what brand of drawers George was wearing, but Mr Z must have been attired in the Michael Jordan athletic specials. He didn't just fool around with a cream pie to the face, he served up his shoe-fly pie like Curt Shilling bean-balling a Kentucky charity.

Mr Z delivered with pastry chef accuracy, knowing full well that the molasses from a shoe-fly will even stick to a legacy as crooked as a dog's hind leg. An open window in history, an incessant yapping from his back yard, and a 271 in hand, how could he resist?

Say it with a kiss.