fellow bloggers. good to be back. sorry for the absence. much to say. you should know that my blogging arsenal is more powerful now, thanks to kris and his techno-how. the smart guy got me set up on a wireless network. genius! (apparently, my earlier problems stemmed from running my ethernet cable through my sega genesis system.) anyway, blogs will be coming at you from all spots.
like you, i've been caught up in the labor day telethon. i've got the fever. caught it by catching norm crosby (!) last nite. NORM CROSBY! that guy was shamefully slinging one liners from the eisenhower administration. "don't you just hate commercials?!", "neither guy gets my vote!!", "two peanuts walk into a bar, one was a salted." the audience was going bananas. norm thought he was back in '66 at rosen's in the catskills, working the room with that dynamite malaprop schtick. of course, jerry was blown away by the material. jerry, his face now providing an enlarged canvas on which he can paint a wider and phonier smile (which he did), summoned norm to come over and kiss the ring. jerry the hutt. at which point norm blurted out, "take my wife, please." i think i heard him mutter, "i'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy." killer stuff! at which point the late flip wilson emerged and clanked a denver boot around norm's twitching right thigh while jerry swirled a snifter of cognac under his nose. then i dozed off.
1 comment:
Excellent! Welcome home, long lost friend.
Sounds like Norm was in the groove.
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