On Beach Vacations, Growing Up:
Remember Bingo nites?
Yes, Bingo Nights, entombed in a stale community room, inhaling noxious purple clouds of grizzled blue hairs' Marlboro smoke, hacking up my lungs at age 7, retrieving the chunks with a pickle fork prize I won "under the N, 31."
Winning fabulous merchandise for our closet, that's what Bingo Nights were all about. One can never acquire too many unopened Fry Daddys.
Have I lived the talk?
Ahh, yes. Glad I dredged up those memories for you.
On the Flowbee Hair Cutter:
My hair just got Flowbeed.
Do they even make those things anymore?
I think the Flowbee has gone the way of the Edsel, asbestos and jelly sandwiches, and Frances Bavier.
On Hitchcock Movies:
Imagine you've never seen a Hitchcock film in your life. You get handed a list of Hitchcock titles (no graphics, no credits) and are told you get to pick one movie to see. Based on title alone, what's it going to be?...
Based entirely on the title and with no specific knowledge of Hitchcock or his films, DIAL M FOR MURDER.
THE TROUBLE WITH HARRY and REAR WINDOW would nab me, too.
Of course, although not his pictures and with me not knowing anything, I would first go see FLUFFY and FLIPPER.
Heck, I would not be able to physically resist SON OF FLUBBER for any reason whatsoever.
Happy Friday the 13th!!!
Does Domino's deliver under the bed?
The man with the foolish grin is sitting perfectly still.
Oop. I blinked. Sorry.