Also, I've noticed a couple of you have slipped back into being able to concentrate on your work and somehow manage to control your bowels. Which means I have no choice but to terrify you by ratcheting up the Alert Level a couple of notches to Black Watch Plaid! Oh, and I'm going to have to take some more drastic security measures, like, hmm, I don't know, installing a camera in the Ladies Room?
Oh, I've seen almost half of America. Everywhere I look I'm proud to see what I can see of Americans. Well, I can see, just take a look! –I'm Phil Ken Sebben. You may not know me, but I have 12 billion dollars here that says you'll vote for me regardless. –Phil Ken Sebben. Strength. Leadership. Vision. –Oh, almost forgot! I've taken every drug known to man, and not just orally. Just getting that out there. –Paid for by the people that gave Phil Ken Sebben 12 billion dollars.
Welcome to the show, thank you for joining us. You know, I am really steamed. I marched in a parade this weekend. The poster said it was in honor of my favorite emotion: pride. Well, it turns out it was a Gay Pride parade and I didn't find out until after I'd marched for 3 hours shouting 'I am Stephen Colbert and I am proud to be out.' By which I clearly meant 'outside.' It was a lovely day.
But why do they have to steal the word 'pride?' It's yet another attempt by the homolexicographical agenda to turn our dictionaries gay. They already took the word 'gay' and gayed it all up. I used to use that word all the time. Then they stole rainbows and closets. Back in college, when I was young and gay, I threw the gayest rainbow-themed closet parties around.