Why do talk show hosts make so much money, and have so much influence? Is this indicative of how warped society is that it values the ribald likes of Jerry Springer by awards him gobs of money to showcase lesbian midgets gone wild while doctors and lawyers have to skip their lobster cocktail appetizers because they cannot afford it? Aren't ambulance chasers worthy of a little amenities now and then?
This leads me to the conclusion that Jed Clampett was really the father of Anna Nicole Smith's daughter. I didn't even know Zsa Zsa was married to that cad. Didn't she settle down with Big Ed Albert in sunny Hooterville? Or did I miss that episode since I was too busy watching Maury?
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I think the bigger question is how did Tony Danza ever end up with a talk show? Seriously, has there ever been one person on the planet who contemplated something and wondered, "what would Tony Danza think about this"?
Clearly both of these issues must be byproducts of supply and demand. Apparently there is such an insatiable demand for frivolous conversation as a spectator sport that we are willing to listen to anyone and, if they are even half way interesting, pay them millions of dollars.
That Kup was really on to something!
Or perhaps Tony Danza is the father of Anna Nicole Smith's daughter. It doesn't seem like he has much else to do. He's probably spent all of his earnings from Taxi and Who's the Boss.
And whatever happened to Judith Light, anyway. She should probably change her name to Judith Lite to give it a more contemporary feel.
Did Danny Divito have his own talk show? I heard him on a talk show once; he's another with nothing really to add to the national discourse. Except that time he was drunk on The View - that may have been fun to watch.
And don't get me started on Rosie O'Donnell.
How did Rosie O'Donnell ever become a celebrity anyway? She has such a whinney tone, a condescending manner, and is completely self absorbed. What did she do besides play an overweight slob in a baseball movie about women. Real stretch for her, huh? Of course, I would say that she's a lot more palatable than Roseanne Arnold. How appropriate that they named her after the pig on Green Acres. They both give Rose Marie a bad name.
Now what we really need is Ricky Lake from Hairspray. . . or is that Rickee Lee Jones?
Are you sure it wasn't Rosey Grier who starred in A League of Their Own? And I think Donnie and Marie gave Rose Marie a bad name. Rosanne Barrnold and Rosie O'Donnell only made it worse.
Oh well, you know what they say, a Rosie by any other name...
I just hope Rikkie didn't Lucy that number!
You sure Peg-ged that one. Dan, I'm tired and Fred up with paying for gas that's made up of 10% Ethyl-nol.
I don't know how you can just Babylon, Sister! Ricardo Montalbon would be proud.
I don't want No Static at All from you, you P-Herve-rt! Go back to that Villechaize, you peasant mongrel. This is no fantasy island!
I don't get this pretzel logic you're employing. You through for a real Babaloop when you just came back with the plane english.
You sound like Deacon Jones trying to sing the Blues, but look like Courtney Love with a Boated belly.
Obviously, it's a gavin that you're rather stuebing but it's beginning to cast a McCleod over this entire blog. Yeah, that's right, I've got you pegged!
InsTed of using foul Langeuage, I thought I would take the high road Isaac can you see. Bar-ing any insults like a Gaucho Marx joke, I've become much more Tender
Why don't you just jump off a Cliff? Or at least get your head out of your Claven. Your lack of knowledge is so vast I may actually volunteer to send you to my old school.
Cheers!
Your jokes are certainly not the Norm and actually Diane so I would either quit or move to Aja where they wouldn't understand you anyway as you walk around with your Woody!
Looks like you could use some coaching for your blog posts. After all, it is a glamour profession.
Can't you people just be Friends? Please stop this bickering and never do it again!
It was so windy in town today that I saw a billboard Seinfeld to the ground! I don't have to tell you that I got in my bad sneakers and ran home!
If I had seen that, I wouldn't stop laugh-in. I'd have spit out my black cow.
and get out of here! We're really having some good times!
If you want me to get out of here, call me a Taxi! Or would you rather call Alabama the Crimson Tide?
Ok. Last Time! You're out of mind! Like Leon Spinks or Floyd the barber.
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