It's the Christmas Jester.
Now I'm thinking the Followers app got cleaned out because of something I posted.
The Dusty Towne Holiday Special. Just writing it cracks me up. Catherine O'Hara's parody of a 1950's '60's bawdy, off-color, comedienne/entertainer is one of the funniest segments from SCTV archives. It is ridiculous and silly. I come across it once in a while and watch it - love her delivery and things like, "Isn't that cute, isn't that true?" I'm not as fond of John Candy as Divine or Andrea Martin as a Solid Gold Dancer - but the dumb joke O'Hara does about Mrs. Dinky cracks me up.
My apologies to those who were offended - I removed the post. You are better off for leaving.
That said - I laugh at weird stuff. My humor is oftentimes very often inappropriate. Another friend sent me an email concerning women and sexuality. No offense - but that has never been something I know much about. I know nothing about these things. I know more now than I ever did - but like Donald Trump, I find it disgusting. (He said that when commenting on Hilary excusing herself during the debate - as if she has incontinence problems. He also inferred that when called out Megyn Kelly for 'blood coming out of her wherever'.)
I'm kidding that I am at all like Trump - women's personal hygiene doesn't concern or involve me, and I certainly would never belittle women for what is natural. Trump is the disgusting one - he exploits women and uses them as trophies - that in itself is far more immoral than a Dusty Towne parody, but I digress. (Vote for him at your peril.)
I've said over and over on this blog that I know nothing about birth and babies - or 'birthing babies', nor women and female sexuality, nor lesbians or lesbianism, and so on. (I know more now than I ever did before thanks to Oprah, Crescat, The Anchoress, and the left-over lesbians still at the Patheos Catholic Channel. What?)
To be honest - my 'virginity' has remained intact because I was always afraid of sexual intimacy with women. My crazy mother can take the credit for that. Then of course, I was deeply devoted to the Blessed Virgin since a very early age and like St. Aloysius, I avoided looking at women until I was in Junior High - when I needed a beard. (Kidding - kind of.)
So. What can I say?
I took the Dusty Towne parody down. Now go away. LOL!
We love you family.