Watch the credulous go to their reward like lambs to this laughter: faith wounds all heels, via Laughter, the Blessed Benison…and did not each (intentional or not) funnyman have a penchant for slapping heads?
There’s even a Hinn-Hill two-column “ominous parallels” chart after the canon set by those old Kennedy-looks-at-Lincoln engraved (i.e., defaced) commemorative pennies which, for a quarter and a turn of the gumball crank while little sis or brother rode the electric rocking-horse nearby, initiated the MAD-reading Nixon-era kid early into the sanctums of the paranoid style in American political culture.
This post brought to you by the makers of Eaters’ Digest Condensed Soup; and by Pullet Surprise chicken-flavor cubes: the Gold Standard in bouillon; and by Fill-Up Broth, a Kosher favorite so rich – he’s a doctor, you know – you’ll be loosening your Borscht belt in a Newark minute: you should be so full…but stock up while there’s still time: these soupy sales won’t last forever.
Have a banana
Have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it
Steve
From Weird Al’s Michael Jackson parody (had to Google)! Which comes just days after I heard, on an XM comedy channel, his Stones-medley “Hot Rocks Polka”.
I’m starting to get another left-field food craving suddenly – not soup or bananas, though – I feel like I could tear through a whole can, of all things, of cherry-pie filling, or a carton of raspberry ice cream. Maybe the Black Cherry Citrus Fresca, and the Hazelnut International Delight creamer have conspired somewhere backstage in my taste circuits.
My son has an appreciation of most British humor and he certainly loves parody now. He still has no interest in Benny Hill. TBH it seems awfully inconsistent when I watch it now.
Our cherry trees are blooming now. Can’t wait for cherry picking season. We go pick our own, bake a mess of pies and freeze a bunch of the cherries to make pies through the year. We are all out now. :-(
Steve