Perfection!

Since I moved to East Texasistan ten years ago, I have spent a great deal of time explaining to these rubes that the confederate flag is a symbol of sedition. They don’t get it.

Oh, yeah. 73 Saw Cream in 1968. Canned Heat opened. Seven bucks of paper route money for two tickets,

Did a hit of Orange Sunshine and listened to Moody Blues To Our Children’s Children’s Children, Sgt. Pepper’s lonely Hearts Club Band and Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland. Headphones and direct tape recordings. Everything was recorded for me for that night. People who never did acid will never know.

Wonder Warthog! The little dick prototype for our president! How totally representative of our times!

I’m Fat Freddie’s cat and I ain’t no kitty, treat me nice and I’ll be real shitty. I’ll walk on your records and shit in your hat, so don’t mess with me, I’m Fat Freddie’s cat! Or something like that. Acid was a wonderful learning experience.

When I stop remembering those things, Man, woman, camera, television, stupid fucking Donald J. Trump.

It was a total thing for families in the late ’50’s early ’60’s. The whole flam damily were together.

An accident of birthplace.

Actually, my guts are growling. Precursor to the fart.

Shit, howdy! Ya gotta be old to even know what a “can of corn” is.

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Tweed Fender amp? I used a tweed Carvin Belair until the Great Republican Recession cost me everything.

It came from Brett Maverick talking to Bart Maverick and saying, “Now, what would our dear departed daddy do?"
James Garner to Jack Kelly. Probably before your time, but it stuck.

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Having no one to speak Deutsch with for a number of decades, I’m reduced to, “Mein gedärme schnurren."

Only if you include the Checkered Demon, Tree Frog Beer and the ever inappropriate Angelfood McSpade. The fate of Captain Pissgums, Ruby, Fatima and the crew of The Quivering Thigh might spark an interest.
Snuk! I got a June bug up my nose and I didn’t even flinch!

Nope. And he kept his teeth to the bitter end.

Lakewood, Ohio public schools, eighth grade health class. Segregated by sex, but they taught us everything. 1966. Those were the days. Then came Reagan with his education executioner William Bennett. Now we have adults unaware of the link from sex to pregnancy.

Puns are appreciated here. Some monk chanted evening.
A stolen roan gathers no moose...

It’s a special day when Satan quotes Alfred E. Neuman.

A friend of mine from Cleveland was the editor and culture writer for the Prague Post for a long time. I hope Frank Kuznik is still alive and doing well. He’d be about 75 now.

I’ll always be there for you. Until, of course, I’m not.

I was 8. I don’t think I had a Brownie camera at that point. But kudos for your projection!

It’s that he found someone named Alfred E. Neuman, located where he lived, found out that his name was on the mailbox, scouted out the location and confirmed it before taking us forty miles from home. In the early ’60’s. Just for the joke. There are other stories about his sense of humor.

Cheap puns appreciated.

Way, way cool. Eighth grade education, taught himself trigonometry and how to play the piano, sang barbershop and so much more. Vet of WW2 and Korea. An endless font of humorous stories, a bad habit I inherited. Taught me how to tell Lord Chumley jokes.

What? Me worry?

A study in decency. Vitter did the family humiliation tour with his wife and then got a standing ovation upon his return to the senate. Al Franken was drummed out on thin gruel. Both parties aren’t the same.

If you take the time to consider that Moreno is a Columbian used car salesman, expecting any form of the truth should be suspect.

My dear departed daddy once took the family on a Sunday drive out into the countryside of northeast Ohio for the sole purpose of seeing a roadside mailbox with the name on the side. Alfred E. Neuman. The old man got that the kids would never forget that road trip. Probably 1961.

Filled the tank for $30 and then the dimwits started to play war. Last week was the next fill up and it cost $51. I voted for the black lady. If you voted for egg prices you owe me. And you need some serious edjamukashun.