Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part 6: On a Winger and a Prayer

Time waits for no man but it can make your colors more vibrant and your whites even white-ier. Sorry, that’s Tide. I always get those two mixed up. Forget I ever said anything.

A New Beginning:

While our rubber-faced future manager was scattering the unfunny ashes of the Sonny and Cher reunion show over the gritty-to-the-taste waters of the Ganges, Murray had a drastically different, more revolutionary idea about where his glimmering future lay. No longer would he be beholden to “The Man” for his thin, sugar-free slice of the pie. Langston Enterprises would forge its own resplendent destiny and create a veritable Marie Callender’s of fruit-filled crusts for him to feast upon. 

Thusly, our fiscally astute funnyman decided to pour the entirety of his hard, TV-earned cash into a comedy club – a business venture that traditionally has the lifespan of listing fairground goldfish.

Bob Yodels Up the Canyon – An Interlude

Due to an obligation and a deadline I could not change, Part Two of Bob Yodels Up the Canyon will run on Friday. Today, in its place, is an Interlude …a slice of Life in the Canyon back in the ’60s, which has been published before, but hey, I coulda just not said anything and left the page blank but I’m not that kind of guy and I really am swamped and my cheque still hasn’t come, and the World Series on going to be on Fox, so there goes Bob’s Burgers, and we still don’t know if we’re going to get a grocery store across the street, and the lobby downstairs is crammed with voters, and it’s really dry in here and my skin is starting to itch …and where the hell is my cheque!? …Jebus! – The following was Originally Posted on August 24th 2012

Everybody loves California.

I mean EVERYBODY.

Segarini: The Big Mudslide of 1969

Just firming up the new Friday lineup of writers. Until I do, you’re stuck with me on Fridays, at least this week anyway.