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Ahem. Well. That was interesting. Good news, though: It's over. Mommy and daddy are back now, kiddies, and everything will be all right. Comments won't be deleted or edited anymore. (In fact, we'll leave them entirely alone, like we always do — and, don't worry, JPS's habitual mendacity notwithstanding, they're as anonymous as ever.) We'll talk about things other than Ron Burkle. And we'll always remember that, whatever else happened in their interaction, and however scummy Burkle may or may not otherwise be, Jared Paul Stern is nevertheless on tape demanding the man pay him off to the tune of $100,000 up front and an additional $10,000 per month. So relax and enjoy the new good old days.

Or, at least, relax and enjoy them until next weekend, when we hear publisher Nick plans to bring in Darryl Littlejohn to explain how it was actually all Imette's fault.

(And, please, comment away on this one. Comment like the wind. Frolic in the comments. Nuestro comments es su comments. Etc.)

Earlier: Letter From the Editors: Jared Paul Stern, All for You