When I was a Kid Studying for the Electric Chair, we lived in a poor part of town, "TASHLANDIA"!
My STORY & I am sticking to it! It's nicky, nicky sticky!
When I was a kid studying for the electric chair, we lived in a small part of town called "TRASHLANDIA" by our neighbors, not our friends!
We were so poor, we had to create our own fun things to do.
The childhood game we loved the most was "GREASING THE NECK OF A WINO and SLIDING DOWN HIS BACK"!
That was SUPER fun, back in the day. When poor was ok!
I never knew my Mother. She died at birth, her own.
My father died at the age of 9.
Folks in those days grew up fast and didn't last long.
Almost all of us ran away the moment we were born, or so I was told by my "WEIRD, weird UNCLE AL"!
We thought we would be happy!
"You would too, if it happened to you!"
Back in that day, just after WWII, most everyone in Translandia was so poor that no one could buy groceries; we had to rent them!
One cold morning our parents, Sedsowfriks, said that they were "going to the grocery store", which excited us enough that we vowed to never burn down another house.
Fortunately, they NEVER CAME BACK.
I was raised by my "WEIRD UNCLE AL"!
Everyone has a "WEIRD UNCLE AL", somewhere in their family tree, or closet.
Look at "Dirty Diaper Donnie, he had generations of "WEIRD UNCLE ALs" in his family tree, and is one himself.
I think that is what made "Dirty Diaper Donnie" so weird: a "Family Tree of Weirdos"!
Donnie's parents, grandparents, and, of course, his brilliant uncle, who was a genius, according to "Dirty Diaper Donnie", stole many of Tesla's documents and discoveries, which he peddled, like Donnie, does to this day, as his own findings.
Anyhoo, every morning, "Weird Uncle Al" would kick me down the steps, then up the steps. One might say, he liked "TO KICK"!
One morning, after being kicked up the steps and then down the steps, I made up my mind to do something about it.
I tore out the steps.
But that didn't stop him. What stopped him was falling in the hole where the steps used to be.
Instantly, I packed up my belongings, jamming them into my watch pocket, and headed off to Hollywood to become a comedian, writer, dancer, actor, etc.
Man, was that a mistake.
I wrote for Richard Pryor, Paul Mooney, and before them, Pat Paulsen. Oddly, they all owe me money to this day.
When I get to HEAVEN (if I get there), which is anytime soon, I am going to demand my money back, plus interest, too.
It's the Christian thing to do! Don't you think?
This is the lovely, but not too bright: "LITTLE JOHNNIE JUMP UP", signing off, way off.
You would jump up too, if you had a firecracker jammed up your booty.
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Sometimes, I just can't help myself. Do you do that, too? Is it happening to you?
If you mean losing my mind then yes
Yes, that is what I mean. However, I found a solution. It's a song:
"HEY, HEY WHAT'S THAT SMELL?
DONNIE TRUMP IS GOING TO HELL"
It lights up my Bell!
No drugs, no medicines, just this wonderful refrain swirling in my head. And I am all well.
Thanks for posting. At 84.7, I have so much fun posting on TheNewsTalkers.com.
For years, I had a site on "The News Vine". It was wonderful. It brought my heart when they closed down. They had such a wide audience. And I often rated in the top three ranks.
And they paid writers. After years of writing, when they disappeared for some unknown reason, I was paid $25.00 for 10 years of production.
That made me a PROFESSIONAL WRITER!