Today, I hung with Mike Tyson. Good dude but he wouldn't tell me the secret to beating him on Punch Out. He did hug me, though. It was tender. Almost as tender as the kiss I got from Shaq a few days ago. You'll see that on tomorrow's Sports Soup.
In the meantime, neighbors are now flinging stray cats at my door as they know I am running some sort of kitty flop house. The latest addition came with an eye sealed shut with goo. I passed on Popeye or Sandy Duncan and went with the coolest one-eyed dude of all time, Snake Plisskat.
Get either a long tailed weasel or Pauley Shore. Both runnin' about the same these days.
That'll take care of the catz problem.
Posted by: redthunder | August 11, 2009 at 06:25 AM
The coolest one-eyed cat of all time was Sammy Davis baby.
Posted by: Jim chapman | October 07, 2009 at 05:39 PM