I wanna be on Oprah
It's so true. I want it same as my one and only true hero, David Letterman. He wants on the show too, although I fear that if he ever does get on he may propose marriage. Call it a hunch.
Besides, I don't want to be a guest on the show. How boring would that be?
What I want is to be in the audience. Man she gives away cars (with free tax liabilities to boot), books, truffles, anything she's talking about. If she talks about it, everybody in the audience will get one.
Yesterday (well, it was yesterday here, I'm not sure if it was yesterday there. Well, it was yesterday there, I'm just not sure if it was the same one. Know what I mean?) was a perfect day to be an Oprah audience stooge, although any day is a good day really. She had celebrities on. Like Chris Rock and the Olsen Twins. And they would offer up opinions on the best foods and sandwiches and restaurants all over the country. And then Oprah would say, "...and everybody in the audience will get one of these sandwiches from the Art Cafe in San Luis Obispo. Waiters, bring out the food."
Think about it. You are in the presence of greatness (The Olsens), you get the low down on great hideaway food joints, and then Oprah feeds you. Can you say "died and gone to heaven".
Yeah, yeah. I am easily contented. You should try it sometime.
On the USS Bunker Hill I called FCC S "Buckwheat". FCC S called me "Punk". We were good friends. The rest of the chief's mess referred to us collectively as "Punkwheat". Who knew that they could be so creative. It is one of my fondest memories...of that day.
121 & WU.
Law of large numbers **, out
Travelin' Ed
** Wow. RaWo-Matic® spit out a whole sentence. Who'd have thought that?
Besides, I don't want to be a guest on the show. How boring would that be?
OW: So Travelin' Ed, you've lived your life in ignorance, not even as a blip on life's little radar screen?
T'E: Whut? Whut do you mean??
OW: That no one really knows you exist.
T'E: Hell, Oprah, no one cares I exist. Da-huh, da-huh.
OW: True. Now go. I have fabulousness to exude.
T'E: OK. Thanks Oprah.
OW: SECURITY !!
What I want is to be in the audience. Man she gives away cars (with free tax liabilities to boot), books, truffles, anything she's talking about. If she talks about it, everybody in the audience will get one.
Yesterday (well, it was yesterday here, I'm not sure if it was yesterday there. Well, it was yesterday there, I'm just not sure if it was the same one. Know what I mean?) was a perfect day to be an Oprah audience stooge, although any day is a good day really. She had celebrities on. Like Chris Rock and the Olsen Twins. And they would offer up opinions on the best foods and sandwiches and restaurants all over the country. And then Oprah would say, "...and everybody in the audience will get one of these sandwiches from the Art Cafe in San Luis Obispo. Waiters, bring out the food."
Think about it. You are in the presence of greatness (The Olsens), you get the low down on great hideaway food joints, and then Oprah feeds you. Can you say "died and gone to heaven".
Yeah, yeah. I am easily contented. You should try it sometime.
On the USS Bunker Hill I called FCC S "Buckwheat". FCC S called me "Punk". We were good friends. The rest of the chief's mess referred to us collectively as "Punkwheat". Who knew that they could be so creative. It is one of my fondest memories...of that day.
121 & WU.
Law of large numbers **, out
Travelin' Ed
** Wow. RaWo-Matic® spit out a whole sentence. Who'd have thought that?
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 4:20 PM
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