Black fly in your chardonnay?

No, not so much.

But this story, yeah that's irony squared.

And this car sitting outside WalMart, that's irony, too.

In fact, it's my favorite kind of irony, the uptight sanctimonious kind, like when the anti-gay evangelical blowhard gets caught with his pants down in a public men's room.

That kind of irony. That's the best kind.

Mmmm, irony, perfect for the week running up to Christmas.