SHOW TIME!

I used to do an imitation of the great baritone voice of Don Pardo, announcer of Saturday Night Live. I used it over the intercom of the brownstone where Jane Curtin lived. After I announced myself, the former SNL cast member said, “ Oh, it’s just the delivery boy”.

 

NOT JUST ANY DELIVERY BOY, JANE!!!

 

Jane Curtin totally freaked out fearfully.

 

I never delivered to her again

 

She had no sense of humor.

 

For Face Book Update

 

In Don Pardo’s voice

 

I’m Danny Aponte

 

Delivery Boy!!!

 

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AD THIS UP!

In spite of 9/11, I have school homework to finish.

 

It’s a tour book to draw tourists to South Bronx.

 

Hope to sell story to pay rent.

 

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Yeah, ignore me, New York City and I’ll go away.

Eye, Teleeclectic...

Ever since I was a kid harassed by cops in The South Bronx, I wanted to be a gangster on Madison Avenue where graffiti was legal and there was plenty of $$$ to be made by killing off the 5 families of advertising. This chapter is called ADVERTISE THIS!!!

 

Yes, you died and went to the Other Place

See Dick dance. See Dick drink. See Dick drive drunk. See Dick dead.

 

See Jane cry when Dick disappeared in dark dirt under sunny skies.

 

Buddies didn’t have much love to prevent Dick from death.

 

Millions of merry maggots ate and drank Dick.

 

Poor Richard early to rise didn’t make wise

 

Can you spot Dicks? Can you stop Dicks?

 

Are you a Dick?

Yep. I died and went to Google Heaven