Yes there is no doubt.... Bob Hope stole me out of my baby crib and placed me into the life I have today. *sigh*
My nose fits my face, my puns aren't so bad, I have no restraint with scantily clad female celebrities, and I never, ever, play golf or have any hidden deals with Texaco.
Imagine it: The Road to Zanzibar - Bing Crosby and Do_Ride
*sigh* Now my fingers are worked to the bone. I am shoulder shotten, like mose to the chine, sped with the spavens, gnawed by the bots, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, cursed with the windgalls. And my lackies? For every bit as mothy as myself, monsters, monsters in sheep's clothing I say and no fitting company for a gentleman.
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