June 1, 2009
"Harry Doesn't Drink"
The immortal Keenan Wynn:
That's beautiful work there. Little known (actually, unknown) fact: my brother-in-law was skiing in Colorado about 1980, and who was in the lift line in front of him? Keenan Fucking Wynn, that's who. Me? I would've nutted meself in that situation.
Of course, that lift line factoid makes me a very skeery three degrees of separation from Jim Nabors' cock, don't it?
Ah well. Such is the peril of moving in the rarefied inner circles. Kind of like Skull and Bones.
Sweetheart, sweetheart...
Wow.
It reminds me of the Idiot in charge of this country: It's not MY fault. You made me drink of the pool of power. I just wanted it. You gave it to me. What the hey?
Oh, and my wife went along with it....
Not MY fault.
cough.
Thank you, Mr. Velociman.
Interesting case study: Not a huckster per se, just very delusional...
Scary indeed.
On a related 3 degrees...friend of my brother delivered pizza to Mr. Nabors house (in Diamond head, HI) and was greeted at the door by Rock H. in a tutu!
Posted by: tkimoro at June 2, 2009 3:01 AMGod bless the Cripple Creek women of the world . . .
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at June 2, 2009 6:51 AMI got you beat, seven ways to Sunday. A friend and former coworker, Len Cormier, was a dashing young Navy pilot in 1944. He dated a young would-be actress named Norma Jean Dougherty for a while.
Len was a class act, though- he never gossiped about her, and I only heard about it because we were at a conference where the hotel had a zillion pics of her on the walls, and it kinda creeped him out.
Len was a good guy.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/08/23/AR2008082301867.html
Posted by: Doug Jones at July 22, 2009 3:41 PM