Far be it for me to either a) steal a joke off David Letterman or b) mock Madonna though she has been steadily making a complete mockery of hereself.
Also, I can't tell a joke to save my life, though somebody once called me relentlessly witty it was more in the manner of a put down then a compliment…
However, this one is a killer joke that, if you can imagine for a moment that I am Letterman (even if I resemble Paul more closely!), you will laugh uproarously. Ps: This is not verbatim.
Now, if you read rock nyc you will have heard that after Madonna spends the night in a hotel, eats, hangs out, sleeps. Whatever Madonna does in a hotel, I mean, I don't know. I'm not privy. whatever she does. After she's gotten on her bus, or train, or limo, with her entourage, a team of employees show up and they scrub the entire hotel room clean. If some gum is left in the waste paper basket, they take it and rid it and end its life. Or, heaven forfend, a hair in the shower. This crack squad of experts go through every single inch of the room, or suite or rooms as he case may be. I'm guessing she is worried about being cloned, which, of course, is fairly strange on its own part. Still, by the time Madonna leaves every trace that Madonna had ever been there has gone. As if she never existed.
Hey wait a second, didn't Lady Gaga do that years ago?