Showing posts with label BOB EUBANKS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BOB EUBANKS. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2022

SHAKE'N YER MONEY MAKERS

picture it kittens the year was 1981 and everyone's fav-o-rit swash buckler
from the 70's turned in his falcon boots and his blaster fer a whip and a pair of under stated carharts in search fer untold treasures make'n fans run like mad to the theaters...dominate'n the box office with the adventurous ride in "RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK"

DOLLY PARTON had roped in the radio stations fer the number one spot
fer 2 weeks in february of that year with her huge "voice" on a lil ditty she strummed up on her acrylic nails that would end up as the theme song to her act'n debut in "9 to 5" which also became her first and only #1 single on the billboard hot 100 

a little added bonus of useless information to stick in the back of yer brain
did you know only 3 months later in may of '81 that scottish song bird SHEENA EASTON also had hit the #1 spot fer 2 straight weeks on the billboard's hot 100 with the same titled song however to not confuse the kittens that tracked the charts in their fav-o-rit rock magazines...SHEENA decided to change the title and spell out the numbers in parentheses fer "MORNING TRAIN" (NINE TO FIVE)" also not to confuse the hollyweird foreign press and AMA judges durin' vote'n season (neither of which even bothered to nominate her that year...basturds!)

millions were rock'n in their lazy boy's with plush interior choke'n down
jiffy pop then quench'n their thirst slurp'n on a can of chemically enhanced fruit flavored shasta (with 10% real juice) while glued to their zenith console with swivel capability ever since someone shot JR in 1980 cause'n a global phenomenon and make'n it the #1 series the follow'n year where they cemented themselves as the very 1st tv show to coin the phrase "cliffhanger"

and i was just in my 10th year durin' the summer of '81 camp'n out at the 
Cudahy's down the road from our farm where i used to live when the dad Hunt woke me and his son Patrick up to watch thee event of the summer along with their 3 dogs...well i'm here to tell you i bought into it all kittens...the whole entire royal wedd'n fuck'n fairytale...hook line and stinker...become'n utterly fascinated and forever in love with LADY DIANA SPENCER fer some strange metaphysical reason...however...i wasn't the only one on the planet who tuned in
BUTT (i knew you were wait'n fer it)

16 years later this ferry's tale would be snuffed out in minutes after visit'n
some downtown homo drink'n hole in '97 when i was accosted by 2 snarky and not so put together queens on the dance floor who proceeded to tell me in their best inebriated voices that the PRINCESS was dead and of course my mind immediately went to the rebel alliance's fearless leader from Allderaan so i rushed home to see what had happened

unfortunately...i was completely shocked that this wasn't about Leia at all
after years of the relentless paparazzi hunt'n DIANA down 24/7 before...durin' and even more so after she divorced herself from that slither'n floppy eared royal pain the pancaked A double snakes just to get that perfect snap to sell her soul to the highest bidder...she sadly would end up eat'n it in the underpass of the Place de l'Alma in Paris on aug. 31st at only 36 years old

i couldn't believe that DIANA was gone and yes i am well aware that i've  
never had nor probably never would've gotten the distinct pleasure of meet'n her in ANY sorta formal or informal sett'n fer that matter like millions of others...nonetheless...i found it absolutely unsettle'n and completely appall'n how she had been hounded like a hunt'n fox fer years...DIANA had touched millions like myself thru-out the globe bein the PEOPLE's PRINCESS and though bein the unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe that i am...i myself understand on a much less greater scale of course the need fer privacy

i had called in sick to 2 of my 3 part time jobs i was work'n at at the time
and by the time my birthday had rolled around on sept 6th it was the day PRINCESS DIANA would be laid to rest only in a manner befitt'n someone of her global stature and impact fer the whole world to witness

my only solace durin' this grief-stricken period thru-out the entire globe
was when my good friend FAEDRE who knew of my fascination with the PRINCESS OF WALES had just left her position at some uptown travel gift store however not before leave'n without a purple PRINCESS DIANA beanie baby as a part'n gift fer me that i have cherished and carried with me ever since...though many callous cuntruffle's at the time just scoped them up fer profit to sell fer ungodly amounts on ebay years later

ELTON JOHN of course re-released a stunn'n remake of his tribute to 
the legendary MARILYN MONROE with "CANDLE IN THE WIND (GOODBYE ENGLAND'S ROSE)" the reworked lyrics were a masterpiece in itself and of course never one to miss an opportunity to make a few extra fans while earn'n a few extra bucks he released a second track on the cd...why not!

how low do you have to go to profit off yer supposed friends death gurl?
ain't it bad enough how the paps profited off her fer the past 16 years? it's downright appall'n what people will do to profit off the pain of others...there's no dignity or respect fer those who've left us anymore...everyone just see's dollar signs fer the dead!

with that said...it has now been 25 years this week since the PEOPLE'S
PRINCESS has graced us with her unapologetic compassion fer others less fortunate...her breath take'n elegant beauty and her flirtatious witty charm who was extinguished way before her time in whatever conspiracy theory that you wanna believe in that caused her unfortunate demise

though as sad as it still stings me after all these years of DIANA no longer
with us...compassion...beauty and charm just don't pay the bills like they used to...so i'm throw'n in a commemorative DIANA issue from my KRYSTAL KLEER KOLLECTION with purchase which comes from a lovely smoke free shithole and untouched by filthy vermin's plus this HIGHLY RARE beanie baby made from roughly hundreds of thousands still has all it's original fuck'n tags attached...both in spearmint condition...so how about we start the bidd'n at 50 thousand dollars...do i hear 100? (email me yer best offer: irisheyes3313@gmail.com) 
ps...if you bid within the next 24 hours i'll also include this beautifully etched faux gold framed picture of 70's game show host BOB EUBANKS (that i got when the dollar store was actually a damn dollar) which i will personally sign and also include yer fav-o-rit inspirational quote from BOB EUBANKS (fer an extra $10 of course) but i'll gladly wave the shipp'n and handle'n fee (frame not included) voided where prohibited!
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, March 23, 2020

B-I-N-JESUZ OH NO!

oh how i miss the good ol' days of the yester years...hopped up on a sugar
rush from choke'n down on a bag of chemically flavored orange circus peanut sponge goodness and munch'n on almond covered windmill cookies...then wash'n it all down with a fresh glass of triple berry hawaiian punch...(cuz double berry just didn't have the same kick)

spend'n mid-morn'n summer afternoons at my grama's palace as we both 
shouted at the tv the correct answers to the questions in hopes that the brain dead contestants on any give'n game show would of course hear us...my grama would inevitably murmur "damn fool" under her breath...
 as the contestant would burst outta their seams...think'n that they had answered correctly and won the whole enchilada...not realize'n they had blurted out the wrong answer...both of us knew damn well...that if we were there...we'da won the damn money...
or that fully functional golden harvest colored Amana radar range! 
BUTT...of course
 (the real star of the show wasn't the contestants or the fabulous prizes...it was the host)

from everyone's fav-o-rit snappy schizophrenic dresser on the popular
"MATCHGAME"...there was Gene Rayburn
to the dapperly flirtatious swingers club hostess with the mostess...Bob Eubanks of "The NEWLYWED GAME"

of course who can ferget the 2 hottest daytime daddies of the game show 
circuit...Bert Convy of  "PASSWORD"..."SUPER PASSWORD" and "TATTLESTALES"
and mister meeeeouch himself...Peter Tomarken of "PRESS YOUR LUCK" fame
(who made my pants tight many a times over)
wish'n his WHAMMIE would blow my mind apart that he had hidden under those tight tan poly slacks

though we've all done our best to ferget about that horrible incident at a
motel 6 in Sheboyban, WI that ended the career of tv's slickster Wink Martindale from the popular "TIC TAC DOUGH"...who got busted runn'n a "paws fer perv's" S&M puppy mill...
with numerous back issues of some inappropriate read'n material scattered about...allegedly!

i dreamed a lil dream on occasion that i too would star in my very own
game show where i would be the host...i would call it somethin' like "BITE THE BULLET" where all the contestants on my show would be anyone that's ever done me wrong (family friend...mo or bro) and they would be forced to line up in formation and only have 15 seconds to give me a good reason not to make them "BITE THE BULLET" between their eyeballs

well...i may have to tweek that idea fer a television audience of more than
just me...but in the meantime...i finally got to fulfill one of my life long dreams of bein' the host of my own untelevised game show this past weekend at LIFETIME FITNESS in the Target Center fer their ST. JUDE'S B-I-N-G-O event

i was ABSOLUTELY shocked as shit...when i finally decided to show up
to my destination...cuz the crowd wait'n impatiently in line looked like they were in town fer some sorta MAGA monster truck rally...wrapped around the block as far as i could see...but come to find out i was pleasantly pleased that the word apparently had gotten out that thee actual unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of their own universe was host'n this charity event 
and not some imposter!

from what i understand...there was even a handful that had camped out
 overnite...though i cannot confirm...nor will i bother to deny it!

now...it had been just a few years since i myself won play'n BINGO with 
my cuz Carey at the MOOSE Bar & Grill in the N.E. Minne-Apple area that we've done every sat afternoon fer the past 3 some years now...but i felt like i completely won the best cover all prize of all that day...thank CHER fer back door entrances and security cuz it would turn into a moshpit with no where to escape from the throngs of rabid fans just try'na get a lil sneaky peak of lil ol' me

a lil sidetrack story...when i actually won my 1st bingo game a few years
ago...i was over the moon...i mean it was only $175 at the time...but hey...now i could finally afford one of those high price hookers who had all their shots up to date (and papers fer proof) 

but my luck would be short lived when some lucky blue haired glittered 
 colostomy bag named Beatrice with her stock pile of good luck charms...multi colored machine gun dabber and her lucky styrofoam cup she stole from old blue's eyes himself after they became jitterbug champs at the VFW in Vegas back in '59...and with her one good hawk eye...blurted out B-I-N-G-O

well...needless to say kittens...i was not very pleased to hear this news 
cuz not only did i have to split my winn'ns with Bea...it also meant that i would have to gamble once again later that nite on my "extra curricular activities" in hopes that i wouldn't have to visit the red door clinic in the morn'n...
so i went out to the park'n lot and slashed the back tires on her hoveround to teach her a lesson!

where was i now? oh yes...well...thanx to the lovely staffers Chauncey... 
Beatrice and the bubbly bartenders Phillip and Mary who kept the bubbly flow'n all afternoon and of course my lovely co-hort Karona Vyris...who took care of all my balls

as my security detail finally decided to show up to guide me thru the over
zealous crowds claw'n at me fer mere moment alone...i blew my adore'n fans a vaccinated kiss as they took numerous unsolicited photos of myself while i slowly faded into the mist

sincerely though...i wanna thank ALL who showed up from the bottomless pit of my uncomplicated heart...the B-I-N-G-O event and my foray into the world of host'n my very own game show was a complete success and everyone went away a winner...just cuz they got to see my premier!
now GET OFF MY DRESS!