Madonna was on Letterman this evening, in his freezer of a studio. The temperature, combined with the thinness of her blouse, made a very… fortuitous combination. It was very nice to see the raspberries again! It’s not like the old days anymore… 
That woman is sex in boots. Yum. Her hub ain’t hard on the eyes, neither.
In conclusion, God Bless David Letterman and his glacial ice-palace of a soundstage. 
Off to Cafe Society.
Cajun Man ~ SDMB Moderator
Nothing interesting to add, except to nitpick that Michel Foucault and François La Rochefoucauld are two different persons.
“Si nous n’avions point de défauts, nous ne prendrions pas tant de plaisir à en remarquer dans les autres.”
“If we had no faults we should not take so much pleasure in pointing out the faults of others.”
Thanks, poor spelling on my part.
I was meaning to reference that lovely quote (paraphrasing from memory here) “There is something not entirely unfortunate about the misfortunes of one’s friends”, which is pretty much how I feel most of the time.