Mike 'n Kin's Island
(Hmm. For some reason, I remember Dad answering to the name "Lovey Howell.")
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Actually, this photograph of mini me, teetering at the edge of the Isle of Palms, was snapped years before the premiere of "Gilligan's Island." I am not posing as Bob Denver.
My factory-installed innie navel is posing as the famous sinkhole Big Bone Lick, Ohio.
Oddly enough, it perennially fails to gain me finalist status on "America's Got Talent."
The hat explains bundles, especially my recurring nightmares of being trapped inside a Jiffy Pop.