The 2 & Only Post-Bird Day episode featuring the Big Announcement about Jim Bovard's new book and Brian Wilson's Substack column skewering Transgenderism. And a borderline Johnny Carson joke!
"Impunity Democracy"... well gee, I know those government guys, and maybe gals, have little dicks but to impugn their miniature genitalia seems a bit unkind.
Oh, I remember the Cassius Clay vs. Sonny Liston fight. My Dad was Regional Sales Manager at Dorsey Laboratories in Lincoln, Nebraska. As a bonus to his best salesmen they were all flown in to Lincoln and put up at the Cornhusker Hotel.
Dad had tickets to the Clay vs. Liston fight on pay-per-view at Pershing Auditorium. Dad brought me along. I was in my early teens.
Sure enough, first round, the mystery knock-out.
So now Dad had to do something else for his salesmen.
We all went back to the Cornhusker Hotel and played poker and told stories. I did pretty well at the poker but the stories were great. Salesmen have the best stories.
The theme was, "Worst meal you ever had to eat on the job."
These salesmen had been all over the world. There was the one who had to eat snake blood soup (they cut the head off of the live snake right at the table) in Thailand.
Also in Thailand, another salesman saw the chef throw a live monkey into a boiling pot on a fire (like in those boiling the missionaries cartoons). Oh, how the monkey screamed.
Then the chef sliced open the scalp of the monkey and scooped out the brains.
But the winner of this story telling contest talked about his former boss who took his wife to Peking on business. The wife insisted on taking along their little Pekinese dog.
At the restaurant in Peking the woman gave the dog to the Maitre de at the door. He promised to take good care of the dog.
After the meal, which was delicious (Mongolian beef), the couple came to the Maitre de and asked for their dog.
WOW! My Dad was a sales/engineer. Lotsa road time. While he would never be able to match the 'exotic' nature of your father's, he did have some whoppers about food/service/accomodations at various places throughout New England. Agrred: Salesmen have the best stories -- but I'll put my "50 Stories; 50 Years in Radio" up against most of them! Especially the ones that didn't make the book!
"Impunity Democracy"... well gee, I know those government guys, and maybe gals, have little dicks but to impugn their miniature genitalia seems a bit unkind.
Oh, I remember the Cassius Clay vs. Sonny Liston fight. My Dad was Regional Sales Manager at Dorsey Laboratories in Lincoln, Nebraska. As a bonus to his best salesmen they were all flown in to Lincoln and put up at the Cornhusker Hotel.
Dad had tickets to the Clay vs. Liston fight on pay-per-view at Pershing Auditorium. Dad brought me along. I was in my early teens.
Sure enough, first round, the mystery knock-out.
So now Dad had to do something else for his salesmen.
We all went back to the Cornhusker Hotel and played poker and told stories. I did pretty well at the poker but the stories were great. Salesmen have the best stories.
The theme was, "Worst meal you ever had to eat on the job."
These salesmen had been all over the world. There was the one who had to eat snake blood soup (they cut the head off of the live snake right at the table) in Thailand.
Also in Thailand, another salesman saw the chef throw a live monkey into a boiling pot on a fire (like in those boiling the missionaries cartoons). Oh, how the monkey screamed.
Then the chef sliced open the scalp of the monkey and scooped out the brains.
But the winner of this story telling contest talked about his former boss who took his wife to Peking on business. The wife insisted on taking along their little Pekinese dog.
At the restaurant in Peking the woman gave the dog to the Maitre de at the door. He promised to take good care of the dog.
After the meal, which was delicious (Mongolian beef), the couple came to the Maitre de and asked for their dog.
"Madam, you ate him!"
Oh, the wife had to go into therapy etc.
That story won the contest.
WOW! My Dad was a sales/engineer. Lotsa road time. While he would never be able to match the 'exotic' nature of your father's, he did have some whoppers about food/service/accomodations at various places throughout New England. Agrred: Salesmen have the best stories -- but I'll put my "50 Stories; 50 Years in Radio" up against most of them! Especially the ones that didn't make the book!