If anyone you are familiar with the fabulous musical Avenue Q, then like me you will find it impossible to think of the word schadenfreude without silently singing to yourself the words "F@#$ you, lady, that's what stairs are for."
I say this because I've been quietly singing that phrase to myself all day after reading this morning in the Huffington Post that Ann Coulter has had her jaw wired shut.
Now don't get me wrong. If Coulter has indeed broken her jaw, I'm sure she's in a heap o' pain. And having had some jaw issues of my own in the past, I know just how unpleasant that type of pain can be. And I really wouldn't wish a broken jaw on anyone.
However. The irony is almost too delicious to discount altogether.
"F@#$ you, lady, that's what stairs are for" indeed.
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