….And prepare to kick that dead horse! Because it’s official, you guys – Chivalry has finally shuffled off this mortal coil. It is good and dead.

This suspicion (does anyone say “Thank you” anymore?) was confirmed tonight when I stood at the bus stop waiting to catch my ride home. There was only room on the bench for one more person, and I watched in horror as this greaseball of a guy plopped down on the edge whilst his date (or his girlfriend, or a hooker-for-hire) teetered closeby in her 4 inch gold heels. He was wearing mocassins! Mocassins for God’s sake! Comfort incarnate! He never offered her the seat, or his lap, or anything to alleviate what must have been her excrutiating foot pain.

Funeral services for Chivalry will be held Sunday Morning, 9am, at the Cathedral of St. Jude the chronically fucked up.