Me doing ventriloquism!
And what a day it was…
And they said their love could never be…
I’m a professional shoe model. Any pair I wear becomes a big hit days later.
You’ll be wearing these by Monday.
Now, when I said, “Any pair I wear…” I mean the exact same pair of shoes I wear.
You’ll try your best to be wearing that exact pair by Monday.
You’ll be wearing these by Tuesday. If you can catch me.
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“Ed, you play for us. We’re too nervous. Just hold your fingers like… There ya go! Good luck!”
Here is an image from an alternate reality, where Ed Sullivan played on his own show to replace some band from England, starting a career that changed music forevor.
He shook the rock and roll scene with a song about being polite to prostitues, “Please Me, Please.”
His next album proved he was sticking around with the oddly erotic title, “A Hard Knights Day.”
He then made a controversial statement about contraception, “A Rubber’s Soul.”
He bridged respectable and popular music with the album “Sgt. Sullivan’s Irregular Heartbeats Club”
Nobody knew what he was even going for with “The Tragical History Whore.” But the movie helped popularize citric acid.
He famously walked out on himself while recording “The (Black and) White Album.” A throwback to his television days.
After gaining weight, he made the more personal, self reflective album, “Flabby Road.”
He denounced America, moved to France, and prided himself as an Ex-Pat with the album “Le Tit, Be.”
John, Paul, George and Ringo got their own talk show, but ended up splitting over who got to sit behind the desk, and whether it was appropriate for Yoko Ono to be a guest. Every. Single. Night.
He had gone crazy. Everyone told him that it wasn’t his wife. But he didn’t care. Hell, he still thought he was in a submarine.
I’ve forgotten the taste of crunchy.
My mother brought home a jar of crunchy peanut butter, she thought it was creamy.
It was the greatest week.
This ends now. Today is my day. I’m getting my crunch on.
