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Does this mean that Miss Elizabeth is available?
Jesus. Google says November 19, 1960 – May 1, 2003 for Miss Elizabeth.
These people should consider laying off the drugs for a little while.
Miss Elizabeth was the hot.
Yep.
My next great love after Wilma from “Buck Rogers”.
Then… Alyssa Milano. That’s when shit got serious.
http://media.photobucket.com/image/alyssa%20milano/RKWStaff/milano.jpg
You are welcome.
I used to work out at a gym frequented by wrestlers including Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage and Brutus the Barber Beefcake. It was kind of humoruous to watch them.
Hulk was slow and deliberate doing his sets while the Macho Man would complete his set rapid-fire and jump back and watch the others lift while he paced nervously as if he had far too much caffeine that morning (or he needed to pee; kinda hard to be sure;-).
So one day Hulk and his crew were using a bunch of dumbells and I needed a pair so I ask the Hulkster if I can borrow them. Hulk says: DO IT BROTHER! After I finish my set I bring them back and say thanks and he says NO PROBLEM MAN!
Well thats my 15 minutes of fame so what do the rest of you have?
Yeah, that’s the stuff, JD.
Weird thing about her is that she’s only a couple years older than me. When I used to watch that Tony Danza show, I thought she was cute like a kid thinks a girl their age is cute.
Just a couple weeks ago I was watching that cancelled sitcom Breaking In and she was playing Christian Slater’s wife. Half the jokes were about how she was a cougar.
That’s just messed up. I’m not that old. I’m not. Something is off here.
It’s all gone horribly wrong.
http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10500000/whos-the-boss-alyssa-milano-10502422-640-480.jpg
You are welcome
For wrestlers? Nothing, Dave. Had a beer with Chris Farley after a Cubs game on a rooftop, I guess. He did a joking thing where he poured beer down his face pretending he couldn’t find his mouth. Doesn’t read that well but it was pretty funny in real life.
Fantastic use of all caps for Hulk. Got an actual laugh out loud from me.
“That’s just messed up. I’m not that old. I’m not. Something is off here.”
bh, (as I like to remind Bob)
You’re old school not old; a classic not a fad, a throwback not a throwaway.
So keep firing!!!
Well thats my 15 minutes of fame so what do the rest of you have?
Don’t tell these people what a name-dropping asshole I am in real life. ;-)
Hey Abe,
As long as you keep Teller quiet and that Cab driver doesn’t find out who Sean Murphy is I think your secret’s safe.
Driving and heart attacks apparently do not go well together:
Ooooooooo yeeeeeah brother!
A pro football player used to work out in my gym in San Diego. However, I didn’t follow football at the time, so I don’t remember his name.
He was older (for a player) and said every year he had to compete for his spot. Obviously he wasn’t a star.
Nice guy.
As a kid I shook James Lofton’s hand at a PDQ in North Fond du Lac, WI.
Used to work in the same building as Bill Daley for awhile. Took a piss next to him once.
I sparred with Pat Barry for about 90 seconds before the until his coach said next and then about 270 seconds later, I did it again.
(I have the finance versions of these weak anecdotes but the name recognition of fund managers is surprisingly low. Go figure.)
before the until = until
What’s it like to piss next to Bill Daley?
Back in the olden days they used to have someone pump the gas in your car for you. Check your tire pressure and oil too.
Anyway, I had just topped off this guys tank, and was preparing to imprint his credit card, when my co-worker buddy goes “look”, and points at the van I just filled up. Blue chevy panel van with a tear drop window, and “Stroke’n it” painted on the side. I stroked the credit card imprinters slide across the carbon paper triplicate credit card form, and then took a look at the card.
Yep…Robert Blake.
I’m lucky to have survived the encounter.
Well, he’s Daley short, Abe. That always surprised me. And, if you say hi because it feels awkward waiting for the one sink where you can wash your hands, he’ll act sincere and shake your hand for no reason. Pissy, unwashed hands, shaking. It’s like being yellow blood brothers.
It was sort of magical really.
Speaking of strange men who are shorter than you’d guess… I think you win, Lee.
Sounds like a close call.
Well thats my 15 minutes of fame so what do the rest of you have?
Hmmm… My grandfather, first a mortician and then a Memorial counselor at Forest Lawn Glendale (40 plus years) had connections with Hollywood since his earlier days from working at the Hal Roach studios (Harold Lloyd and Keystone Cops films. He was a stunt driver) Met Clark Gable when he was in charge of Carole Lombard’s funeral. Took care of Gabe later, too. He was friends with Fess Parker and Greer Garson was a family friend.
Me? Well, I dated and am still friends with a fairly successful screen writer.
I was just thinking about other places you could do this joke. Midwestern/Chicago non-celebrities. Maybe Toronto? Cleveland? Milwaukee?
There’s some decent schtick lurking here.
Who was big in Albuquerque for awhile in the 90s?
I saw Berhard Goetz once. Probably means fuck all to anyone outside of New York, but it warmed this wingnut’s heart to see the dude who blasted away at thugs in the subway.
oh. berhard = bernhard
Rest in Peace Randy…
You don’t think this was a prequel to the rapture?
Good night moon, good night room, good night Rush, good night brush, good night Jeff, etc.
Dated Hulk Hogan before he was Hulk Hogan. Terry was… interesting – asked me to marry him, but I was 16. My kids didn’t believe that til I hauled out the photobooks.
Dated a bartender (Andy Gill) who went on to be a stunt man and later stunt coordinator like his brother. His brother is married to Morgan Brittany. His latest flicks were the Expendables and Fast Five.
Floated down the Chattahoochee in the Chattahoochee Raft Race with Andy and Tom Wopat. Andy introduced me to Scotch. Deep in debt for that one.
Sigh, I miss the 70s… well except for the deja vu Carteresque aspect of the 10s..
Oh, and Farrah Fawcett rented a house down the street when she was in Atlanta shooting Cannonball Rally. She was really nice. Baked cookies and had a big pool party for the neighborhood as thanks for putting up with the ‘inconvenience.’ The only inconvenience was all our dads suddenly taking an interest in gardening, mowing the lawns and late afternoon walks with the dogs.
I have people coming over for a party on Sat so I have to get to sleep but I think we should all meet up here sometime tomorrow because I have questions now.
So many questions.
I went golfing last summer with a chick who used to date Hulk Hogan.
I went through high school with George C. Wallace’s eldest daughter Lee (mother Lurleen). She was remarkably unaffected by all the hoopla (including security guards at the school every so often). We had a couple of class parties at the Mansion.
um,my sister almost ran over Ben Crenshaw’s wife in a golf cart. oh,and Ben has kissed my mom on the cheek.
I was on stage with, um, Stephanie Blythe, she was Carmen.
Ha! Bmoe, you ready to go play some more golf?
Spent a weekend at Russell Kirk’s place in Michigan. Have 2 neighbors that are Colts, and one Pacer. Given my job, I get to meet lots of current and former ballplayers, some are really good friends now.
Back in the sixties, I came this-close to meeting John Kerry.
I’m thinking we have the makings of a replacement for that Kevin Bacon game.
We’ll call it six degrees of shoulder seperations.
Bonus points for swapped DNA stories ;-)
Who started this?
I have MANY names to drop, too, but that’s for me to know, and you to find out.
I have spent too much time thinking “So what?” in my life.
If famous names were nickels, I would be rich. (Spent this evening with Ian Hunter – seriously – and does anyone remember “Hee-Haw”?).
Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself, ’cause I want to be special, too, but not bad enough to spend my time grinding dropped names into the ground with my heel.
I could fill this page with names of “famous” people I know, and people I have played with, but it would not make me more than I am, nor would it make our country any less of a nightmare..
In fact, nobody here knows who I really “is”.
I’m just zino3 or The Lost Dog.
I also know (knew) many wrestlers (anyone remember The Flying Dutchman”?). My life has been charmed. how ’bout Seargent Slaughter driving us to the bar in his camo limo and buying drinks all night? Who really gives a shit? Fun, but not life changing, eh?
Which is fine with me.
Well, one name I do want to drop, because he is one of my favorite people – Gary Klahr (as the seargent) in the original “Day Of The Dead”. New Orleans Saint, actor, all around astounding person. He deserves to be mentioned by a nobody such as I.
OK. Enough. I am blessed and cursed, as are we all.
God bless. No slight intended.
I broke a sliding glass door with my head while talking to Jim Everett at a Kappa Sigma party in Bloomington. That’s all I have.
It was an inadvertent break, precipitated by some asshole putting Bad to the Bone on the stereo, really loud. Plus, I think I was really drunk at the time.