Ultra-liberal and former talk show host
Dear tenants of Penwasser Place,
It has come to my attention that, in a sad attempt to be funny, Al Penwasser reported that I was dead in a post this past Saturday.
While a somewhat humorous tale of a somewhat poignant reunion, Mr. Penwasser missed the boat when it came to me.
Even though I was born in 1935, I can assure each and every one of you that I am indeed still kicking. And, even though my TV show, the rather uncreatively-named Donahue, has been off the air for quite a while, please know that I keep myself busy in many other areas, none of which I can remember at this time. Plus, you wouldn't believe the deals I can get at Denny's when I show them my Screen Actors Guild membership card. On a related note, I'm not entirely sure where I put my pants.
So, the next time some untalented little twerp tries to tell you that I have assumed ambient temperature, you let them know that they are hopelessly wrong.
Now if I could only get someone to help me find my trousers, that'd be swell.
|"You may also want to let that snarky smart-ass know|
that Marlo is still hot, too.
He should be so lucky to look this good."
|Incidentally, he also got this wrong. |
The deer's ass still hangs over the bar at the Windmill.