Can we all have a moment of silence for Captain Kirk, Spock, Dr. McCoy, Batman, Robin, Robin Hood, every pirate that ever was, Ken, the Monkees, Sean Connery, and Glen Campbell? God bless ’em all.
After deep consultation with the judging committee aka Hubbo, the weiner is:
“Whaddya say we scare up some white tigers and head to Vegas?”
Katie B., come on down! There’s some yarn waiting for you.
Thanks for all the entries, you guys–I think it’s safe to say that we are a very, very weird group.
I am heading into radio silence until August 4, y’all: a fambly git together that will involve sun, sand, small children, and a shocking lack of Southern accents. I don’t know how I’m going to make it–after seven weeks in rural Tennessee, I sound like Dolly Parton.
Love, peace, and go listen to some “Wichita Lineman” because, really, I had the biggest crush on Glen Campbell growing up that I could sit through entire episodes of The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour and that’s SAYING SOMETHING. Aw hell, here’s a worlds-collide moment of the Monkees singing “Teardrop City” on The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour. You can thank me later. I like the way Glen Campbell calls them “the Monkuhs.”