I’ve known Fantouche since ’74 when I met him backstage at a Jerry Lewis telethon. He was hacking a butt with Bob Hope, another colossal douche, when he spotted me sniffing around the craft services table. “Hey boy… who wants a cannoli?” Missing the jab of his "boy" comment, I happily trotted on over, and he smacked me with a newspaper. Hope laughed. Nobody else did. It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life.
Finnegan - Mister Dressup
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