Oh, it’s you, Mel Gibson. I see you’ve brought flowers, and chocolates. Whats that…your sorry? Well, you made a huge ass of yourself a few years back, and my friends tell me I need to look down upon you. I know we’ve had good times…yes, yes I got your special edition DVD of Apacalypto. How’d I like it?…Mel, you know I loved it. Please, please stop crying…I have to go, Mel. I’m sorry. What’s that? Mel, you know I’ll always love you…
Shortly after this tearful exchange, I found this gift wrapped on my stoop:
You’re getting there, Mel. Keep it up, champ.