Of Coat Racks, Bone Racks and Phyllis Diller

I am back. I did not post on Friday. How is that for obvious? Before I begin, I want to send a shout out to my sister. It is her birthday today. Of course, I have not told her about this blog nor does she have the address, so....then again, neither does my brother, mother, wife or any family,just friends. I have been honest about my family, in as much as it seen through my eyes, but there is still some fear that they would neither understand or see the humor in things they do as I see it. Anyway, Happy Birthday to my little sister.

I did have one thing that I forgot to mention last week regarding "The Aristocrats". The movie had Phyllis Diller. That is all. No really. She scared me. It was the fact that the camera showed her face and from the neck down. She was in a sleeveless or short sleeved number. That is not a good look for her. She has to be about 200 years old if she is a day. The plastic surgery on her face makes her look a lot younger than her 200 years but her neck and arms, blahhh!

That was a sight I could without. It looked like she was just a head on an accordian. There were so many folds of flesh. So much excess skin that she could fit Rosie O'Donnel inside her skin with her and it would still be loose. I think that Rosie would really like being inside Phyllis as well.

It was a sight. She is some kind of bone rack. It is like a skeleton, no muscle, covered with too much skin. Kind of like when Tom Hanks turned back to the young Josh Basner at the end of "Big". Only instead of clothes hanging on him/her, it was skin. Yet another image permanently burned in my brain. How the hell do I sleep at night?

Ciao!