Of all the incendiary things in Joan Rivers‘ new book, I Hate Everyone…Starting With Me, probably the most scorching, outlandish, macabre, tasteless, sick, twisted, and funny one of all is the following wisecrack, in Joan’s section about travel:
“I hate Houston. It’s crawling with bugs.
“Oh, wait, that’s Whitney Houston; I’m sorry, my bad.
“(Can I just mention that Whitney looked fabulous at the Grammys?
“She was in mahogany from head to toe.)”