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Show 10, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] the toastmasters fumbled for words, "to be. .a hero. . ." As if he'd stuck his finger in a dike. "Uh, Brother Lion, all that time, how could you swim or stay afloat?" He produced an old YMCA minnow card. "Brother Lion, let me answer with a question, 'what's this fly doing in my soup?'" Affectionate booing and groaning. And a twenty-five cent fine from the tail-twister. "Did you feel the presence of God?" "Old Triton rising from the sea." "What was that?" If I took off my shirt, fellows, he thought, I could show you my mark, the stings, we seem to be in a state of undeclared war with Portugal, he had written, their men-of-war fill the harbor. . . "I'm thinking of Annette Funnicello--" a man burst out, "wondering if you can fill me in on the extent to which the girl still manages to stuff a wild bikini?" With each terrible joke, the tail-twister comes bouncing out, fining. And to make the rounds of the talk shows. A poodle-circus is running late on NBC; he waits back in the green room with Charo. Trying to sustain a conversation. "J'you are cute too." |
