I want my eulogy to be delivered in be- bop!

My electric guitar just eloped with my tv! My coffeepot is lookin' at me funny & I'd rather use the minty waxed dental-floss for another puzzle...

.....and if you had a coupon, well, then the lobster may very well be yr oyster. Who got the Golden Ticket?

.need I remind you to scour yr Christmas rifle in case the exhaust manifold becomes cellophane.. SSSS another amphetamine beer- battered O ring assembly ensemble......

.and we meet again. The cab driver's of persistence are taking lunch and loading their clips. The Blind man ponders purple..........

.........are you ready?

Hey....who's got the asparagus haiku?

... B -but ... I don't like Snortin', shootin' or even eatin' Peppermint's Patty ...

I am way straight, ya MUST know by now ... ???


Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Band + ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvUP0myptUA&feature=related


I don't really wanna stop the show ...

....but if ya' really wanna' know?

... pssst ...


Need to know basis ONLY, mate ...



On up, just a jiffy ...

Damn...it's a full SUN today, huh?

And a half Venus-Mars on the half-shell ...

Retrograde retroglidin' in style ...

Miss Junior Dancerene and Scorpicous Rex,

I just finished watching a classic episode of Leave It To Andy Grifith Show. It was that episode in which that lovable nosey gossip queen Siggy Freud the Barber was convinced that everyone in Mayberry including sherrif Andy and little Opus secretly wanted to sleep with Aunt Bea.

TVLand, I want to live there forever.

Well NoMahanland ...

My biggest question would be ...

Exactly what part do ya think Arnold the pig played in the whole downfall and decline of The Green Ache-red Jolly Green Giant Ranch?

Or do ya think they just Hee-Hawed their way to the virtual collapse into the valley of the HO-HO-HO ... in a Land Before Time?

I do lose alotta sleep ponderin' the whole dang Ponderosa on the podium ...

'S a regular Death Valley ...

And, where'd we leave Ms Kitty ...

Festus is p!ssed when he pees ... and it hurts...

I say we hold a walk-off Laugh-In !


Sock it to me ...

... GunSmoked ...

Achtung baby Schultz,

If a bar of Soap should implode, how many sitcoms would then ooze out of the rectal orifice of an ABC exec?

If you need help, you can use a lifeline and call Maud.

I'm gonna opt for a case of Col. Klink, he seems to know nut*tin - we'll be safe as the pokey -

Final answer ...

Gotta jam -

While Harold's parks the Hearse, he's got one of Hogan's Heroes tied up in back -

Special delivery to deliver to Maude's delivery deliverance delivered ...

Ya know those liver donor's - they're all usin' 'em, as if ...

Maude's not here, Dave's sittin' in her good stead ...

She's DYIN' to see him ...

If ya gottem' ... SMOKE 'em ...

Maude's corpse in Corpus Christy's not even crispy yet, and you're already splitting heirs with me?

Golden Girls masticating with silver spoons, now that oughta chap yer hyde and pierce yer nips a bit...

good night!