Why are people named Don or Donald so "nappy headed" anyway? Think about it. One one hand we have the always mundane, and wacky mane, but somehow a guilty pleasure, Donald Trump, affectionately referred to as the Donald. On the other, we have crazy Don Imus, current mascot for the Rutgers womens basketball team and his flowing brittle, electric shock, grey "do" that he claims is his real hair. Donald duck, for instance, is another character, literally, that has unusal locks. And let's not forget that perpetual Hawaiian idol himself, Mr. Don Ho, who somehow keeps getting dragged into the Rutgers controversy. . . but I digress, who happens to have that tropical unkept style that the islanders all tend to mimic with more passion than a kiwi fruit. And finally, somewhere out there is Don Corleone who likes like a horse's ass or is that a horse's head? Ever look at Don Henley lately?
Less we forget that universal icon of boxing promotion and oversize Smurf, my personal favorite, and Mike Tyson's savior, the efferscent and ebullient, the King of Dons, Don King!
I rest my case.
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I donno what you're talking about. At McDonald's, I worked for a don named Don who always donned a derby upon his dome. Damn, it looked dumb.
Oddly, I've been an old fan of Ozzie Osborn and Australians, even often ostracized oddities like ostriches or ozzie and harriet. Out with you, I'm osscilating between watching O'Reilly or the Wizard of Oz.
I went to the Oprah last night. My first trip ever unless you count that time I went to the Rock Oprah, Tommy. Back then, cars used to have Oprah windows! Afterward, we went out to dinner for some southern cuisine. I really loved the fried oprah.
I stayed in an old Rickey hotel made of red bRickey last night hoping to get a QuickRickey but ended up watching old reruns of Rickey Ricardo and woke up with a cRickey in my neck! I think it's by Rickey Lake.
When will Branch Rickey get off my back, man, and give me my credit? Pretty tRickey, I'd say.
Juan day I was fishing at the pierre, where I hear the fish are pierreless, hoping to catch a pierrana. I must have caught a dozen fish while the pierrson next to me only caught one or two. Appierently I've got quite a rod.
I'm not dick'n around in saying that Dick Pole has got nothing on me! Now I was at Dicks Sporting Goods one day when I heard someone compare me to Dickie Allen?!?! Kind of like comparing Dick Williams with Dick Tracy!
Now don't get me started on Pete LaCock!
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