Maybe I put my foot in my mouth

Ever since my throwaway joke about lepers in my "Plastic Jesus" post, I've been inundated by angry members of the leprosy community.

Back off, guys. No pun intended.

• Three lepers gave me the finger (I've since packed them in ice and hid them in the freezer behind the bagel bites.)
• Several other lepers are up in arms. Imagine that, most are down an arm or two.
• One leper, who I also believe is a member of a bike gang, threatened to "break his foot off in my ass". I believe him.
• To be fair, a leper with a sense of humor gave me a hand, but was unable to complete the standing ovation.

Lepers of the world, lend an ear. Here comes my heartfelt apology:

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to any of you who might be reading this blog. I'm sorry I got under your skin. I was just making a joke. I have excema, so I somewhat understand your struggle. I've seen Ben Hur three times! Who else can say that, other than Charlton Heston's Mom? It's four hours long!

Lepers, I feel you -- and after feeling you I emptied a bottle of Purel over my head. There will no more leprosy jabs in this forum.

Now, about the Amish...