Saturday, April 24, 2010

From Rodney Dangerfield

A girl phoned me the other day and said... Come on over, there's nobody home. I went over. Nobody was home.


I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.


I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.


I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample it had an olive in it.


I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.


I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.

3 Comments:

Blogger GlennK said...

This man was a summer resident here in AC and I had the pleasure of meeting and talking with him about 20 yrs. ago one day just walking on the beach. Always, loved his work. He's sorely missed these days.

8:43 AM  
Blogger Sande said...

What did he tell you, got any anecdotes.

9:38 AM  
Blogger GlennK said...

Yea, it was kind of funny. I told him that I loved his work but that didn't mean I respected him. He just smiled and said you know what? He knew that's what I wanted to hear and like the good sport and great man he was he said it to my utter delight.

6:50 PM  

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