Ahhh...I see that wudstix, who can't spell for beans, is OLD enough to know!
I can picture Gene and Barry, sitting like Jaba the Hut in front of the old wooden, three foot tall, radio listening to The Shadow, The Lone Ranger, Boston Blacky, Bat Man, Roy Rogers, Amos and Andy (which probably affected them more than any other program), and more.
Then came TV. Ask Gene to tell you his long running fantasies about Annette Funacello! He described them glowingly around several campfires over the year. This is one of the reasons that Schafer was so reluctant to answer Gene's questions about his success with women. He didn't want to end up sharing with Gene...by proxy.
I walked into a room one day
Was shocked, not knowing what to say
There on the bed lay two beached whales
Far from sand and boats with sails
One was Barry and one was Gene
By far the grossest sight I've seen.
Pizza boxes, burger wraps, and crumbs galore
Clothes and stuff strewn on the floor
The smell of body was strong and stout
My only thought...how to get out?
Mindless giggling filled the room
Along with an occassional minor boom
I still have visions of that scene
Two beached whales...Barry and Gene
Wearing only jockey shorts to my surprise
I didn't know they came in that size
The rest of my life will be a nightmare
Of all that fat and all that hair
Copyright: Paul B. Brunner
Otherwise known as the 8th Dwarf or Too Short
Topic: A Great Brunner Story (Read 15423 times)
