Is there no joy greater than that of a boy and his dog?
Even if "the boy" is 70 years old?
Is there no joy greater than that of a boy and his dog?
Even if "the boy" is 70 years old?
When I was out running around, doing some errands, this morning I stopped off at a Pony Show.
Now since I live in the modern-day version of the Old West, i.e. Arizona, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking horses, right.
Well there was plenty of horse-power at this show but it was not the retro kind.
It all came from these Mustangs.
Ford Mustangs.
It would be hard to top the antics in Washington this week for sheer, uninhibited, screaming laughter.
If it wasn't so sad.
So in the interests of keeping you all from crying, here is this week's collection of curiously cringeless comedy.
I have been remiss this week in my posting responsibilities.
Just having too much fun I guess.
So as an apologia, I give you a couple of finer examples of what is to come tomorrow and, more importantly, of the humorous tendencies of two of my most loyal and true contributors.
Both of these arrived just this morning.
From Comical Carol . . .
We are trying out Amazon Prime Video for 30 days to see whether we like it.
I was looking through the movie offerings and came up with a couple that we watched the last few days.
First, I finally broke down and ran "Top Gun: Maverick".
As you probably know, it stars this guy.
Tom Cruise is 61 years old but her certainly doesn't look it in this "boy's adventure" film.
Lots of flying stunts and a brief appearance by Val Kilmer, who's been struggling since 2015 with throat cancer that has damaged his vocal cords.
Then last night, I picked out another movie - "Gotti" with John Travolta playing the featured part.
He does a spectacular job playing the late Mafia mob boss John Gotti.
But after watching that one, Judy said "All right, now you owe me one. I've had it with all this testosterone."
And, as you know, she is SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed).
I'd already had my eye on one that should please both of us.
George Clooney is one of her favorites and Julia Roberts is one of mine and their latest reunion in "Ticket to Paradise" is billed as a romantic comedy.
And actually I prefer "rom-coms" to "action movies" anyway.
Sorry, guys.
I'll let you know how it is.
I'll bet you thought this post was going to be about my brother and me.
Nope.
A different "Wayne" stopped in at the old saloon yesterday.
He showed up when the BAD came by to see her mother.
She didn't say where they ran into each other.
But it's always good to have the Duke in the neighborhood.
Oh, I'll bet you've just been sitting around fretting and worrying and moaning and groaning.
"Oh, where is he?"
"Will he be here?"
"Will he still have a sense of humor?"
OF COURSE, I'm here and I have a sense of humor.
After all, I read about the Republican debate, didn't I?
I didn't watch it.
I just read the autopsy reports the next day.
But let's put that to bed and get onto the real business of the day: Taylor Swift and that football player!
No, no, no, I mean the near-End-of-the-Week buffoonery.
Oh that wacky crew of extraterrestrial travelers!
Well, all aboard now for a very extraordinarily fine weekend.
And never forget to Keep Laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . ohhhhh . . )