The minute we got there they took my camera phone, put us through a security screening, and made us sign a pretty lengthy confidentiality agreement. No one said I would have to keep QUIET about what I saw. And the funny thing is I would probably never really talk about it if they hadn't told me that I couldn't. It is just like back in high school when I would walk into the kitchen and my mother would ask me if that was what I really was going to wear to school that day. It didn't matter to me that the only reason I was wearing that outfit was because I had run out of clean clothes, and I didn't even like the ensemble myself. The moment I knew she disliked it, it was suddenly my all-time favorite outfit, and the only one I wanted to wear for the rest of my life.
I would totally blab the details, if I had the kohones. But I don't have the kohones, and I'm pretty sure that the Fox Network has enough power and money to sell my soul to the devil if they wanted to. And I really want go to heaven because in church I learned there are fluffy puppies and krispy kreme donuts in heaven.
So in an effort to secure my place among the puppies & donuts, I will be wearing this medieval torture device until the move is released. This helmet was used to punish women who "talked too much," and prevents the flapping of the jaws. I got to try it on when I was in London in 2004, and I think it is the best solution to my problem.