Waddaya think?Inspiration for Neil Sedaka, maybe?
Why don't you give it a go.
Check back Saturday to see who be hangin' with dufus.
A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D
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Him: I knew she shouldn't have ordered the cheese bread. I'm definitely going home alone tonight.
Her: Ok sure, that wasn't very ladylike of me. But everyone farts right?
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"Mmm-hmm. You NEVER listen to me."
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?