Retired chimneysweep (really!) current sports announcer living in Seattle
Just tryin’ to take care of the ranch. And Laurie…
He hath borne me on his back a thousand times…1,001…
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…
Bucky owes Elmer Fudd a woyalty.
Horace is bound to wake up some morning with a movie executive’s head in his bed.
And to hel with helvitica, too.
Greetings, fellow comics fans! First, I want to announce this will be my last post for a few weeks. My wife and I are doing our part to bring the pandemic to a close by supporting the Caribbean cruise industry, so Steve Silver, Huckleberry, Joe, and even Jason will have to uphold the honor of the O.F.W.T.J. (Old Men Who Tell Jokes) society until my return. And now…
A woman is shopping in an antique parlor when she sees a cat drinking out of a porcelain dish. Looking closer, she realizes the dish is of an old and quite valuable manufacture. Thinking she might get a real bargain if she was subtle enough, she asks the shopkeeper if she could buy the cat.
“Certainly, Ma’am,” the proprietor replies. “For twenty dollars, the cat is all yours.”
As the woman casually takes the twenty out of her purse and hands it over, she says, “I notice my new cat seems to like that old saucer. How about I give you an extra dollar for it?”
“Oh, no, Ma’am! That’s a lucky saucer; I’ve sold six cats off it so far.”
You never read “The Ransom Of Red Chief” by O. Henry?