Say it ain't so, pa.

Sometimes during the course of the day I fear that I may be getting too intelligent. Though I usually consider myself to be a pretty cultured and well-rounded lady, desperate times call for desperate measures, and when I begin to feel a bit too ingenious, I log onto the website of Perez Hilton. I get a daily dose of celebrity gossip, and I kill off a few brain cells before I begin developing new theories of relativity.
Today, however, the site had this post, which may cause permanent brain damage. This is a rather disturbing post when your dad's name is...well, Mike Furey. I thought about telling him but we're a pretty conservative family and the exchange could either be really funny, or really really awkward.