Tammy the blind date: “That was a wonderful dinner, Regis, thank you! So! What shall we do next?—go for stroll, then maybe a cocktail or two? My treat…?”
“Regis”: “Whatever. Just so long as at the end of the night I’m wearing you like a pair of writhing pink earmuffs. Lobster ain’t cheap, honey.”
A pair of writhing pink earmuffs? Hmm, I think I may need to take an adult education course in biology.
Man, Regis is smooth!
Is he going to put out an instructional video on interpersonal relationships? He could do a series: Volume 1 – Women; Volume 2 – Co-workers; Volume 3 – In-laws.
He’d be making money like those “Girls Gone Wild” guys. And we all know Regis needs his own plane.
Well, now I understand why they call it “muff-diving.”
But are there really women in New York City named “Tammy?”
I think Tammy wanted it as soon as she laid eyes on Reg…
As a contrast, Heraldo Rivera’s mustache wouldn’t know a good time if it landed on him and started to wiggle.
Just sayin’…
Neither would Geraldo Rivera’s mustache.
Spelling nazi.
I prefer Jerry Rivers, myself. It was good enough for his momma, but she didn’t have to break in to the TV news biz…
So, does Geraldo’s moustache get a name? If so, I vote for “Cletus”.
Jerry Jr.
Well mojo, I’m a Republican, so I knew I was a Nazi somehow, I just didn’t know what kind. : )
The Virginia Wolf, remember what PJ O’Rourke said about Republicans being called Nazis – No one has ever had a fantasy of being tied up and ravished by someone dressed as a liberal.
I’m just sayin’.
I’m beginning to think that “Tammy the blind date” might not necessarily mean “Tammi going on a date with someone she’s never met, arranged through mutual acquainances”, but rather “Tammy – who is actually incapable of utilizing the sense of sight – is going on a date”.
No soup for you!, Wolfie…