Well, she always wanted to be like Marilyn.  Looks like she got her wish.
Anna Nicole Smith has assumed room temperature.  And, based on these paragraphs…
A private nurse called 911 after finding Smith unresponsive in her sixth-floor room, said Seminole Police Chief Charlie Tiger. He said Smith’s bodyguard administered cardiopulmonary resuscitation about an hour before she was declared dead. She is believed to have expired on the scene.
Anna Nicole was reportedly treated with Narcan on the scene. Narcan is a substance generally adminstered to remove narcotics from a person’s system.
…five’ll get you ten that drugs were involved.
Just like Marilyn.
Anna, we hardly knew ye.
Conventional wisdom has held for last few years that Jerry Jones was nothing but a clueless hick with an expensive toy.  Today, it looks like he’s going to prove it.
Wade Phillips, who has a winning (slightly) regular-season record as a head coach with positively miserable teams (Beefalo, Denver) – but hasn’t won shit  in the playoffs – is poised to become the Dallas Cowgirls’ new head coach.
Welcome to the Bill Parcells Era, Part Deux.
This will necessitate a change in next season’s PFW.  My pro team will, instead of being the Cowgirls, now be whomever’s playing the Cowgirls. (Excluding, of course, the Phuckadelphia Beagles, the Washington Foreskins and the San Transexual Fairywhiners, who can bugger off AFAIC.)
Congratulations, Owner Jethro.  If justice has its way, you’re currently building the world’s largest mausoleum.  Here’s a toast to all those fans disguised as empty seats.