“Today’s the sixty seventh anniversary of Curly Howard’s death,” Arthur told Eugene.  We really have to celebrate the right way.”



“You know,” Eugene said,  “it takes a lot of talent and intelligence to make infantile behavior, violence, and lack of social skills come off as legitimate comedy.  We’d better practice like crazy.”



All throughout the day and night the friends honed their “Hmmmm’s”, “La da deee la da daaaah’s”, and “Oh, a wise guy, eh?’s”. 



At the end of the night their wives arrived to drive them home, confronted with proof that the boys had enjoyed their day.



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Woody Allen’s Alter Ego?

Harold truly believed that he was the conservative, Catholic version of a the typical Woody Allen character.

No kidding, Margaret,” he told his wife.   “Everything I do is accompanied by explanations in Windsor font. I  always hear old jazz standards in the background, and I’m a neurotic insecure bespectacled square.

“That’s O.K., honey,” she said.  “We all enjoy your pointless pseudo~intellectual musings about the ultimate meaning of life and reality.  It might be nice, though, if you could refrain from bluffing your way out of hard problems by saying ‘La di da, La di da’ every time something comes up.”

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Dale Rogerson, one of our esteemed and distinguished regulars, has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

The Throwback


“I’m hungry,” Larabie complained to Miz Kitti.

“Let’s go in there and have some hot dogs or something,” his friend suggested.

“Are you kidding?!,” he couldn’t help groaning. “With boxing on the first floor and Madame Natasha the Fortune Teller upstairs?!” 

You’ve been watching way too many old B movies lately,” she reminded him. “I’m sure those characters are quite harmless in real life.”

O.K.,” he finally conceded. “Of course, if you catch me constantly wearing a trench coat and fedora, and referring to you as a ‘dame’ or ‘broad’, don’t say you weren’t warned.

“Very funny, Mac,” she admitted.

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My Patron saint


“It’s Ash Wednesday,”  Donald reminded Anne. “Let’s watch ‘San Gabriele.’ ”

“That Italian movie?!” she mused. “How well do you remember your college Italian?”

“Gabriel Possenti was a perfect role model for Lent,” he reminded her. “Each of us has to carry whichever crosses God asks of him. Two of Gabriel’s sisters, and his mother, died when he was small. His brother Lawrence even committed suicide. Gabriel died a Passionist Religious, of tuberculosis, when he was twenty four.”

“I remember,” she explained. “Through it all, he was a charming, happy, friendly sort. It’s not easy, but it’s possible and necessary.”

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g e r m a n y and m e g r y a n

Henry:  “Have I  told  you about my romance with Meg Ryan?”

Peter: “Ooh, do tell!!”

Henry: “Long ago I wanted to go to Germany. Filling out the application I accidentally spelled it ‘MEG RYAN'”.

Peter: “Naturally!”

Henry: “The next day she knocked on my door. It was instant true love!!”

“We were together, day and night, for months.”

Peter: “Hey, do you think the ticket lady will let us in for free if we tell her you’re such a V.I.P.?”

Henry: “I suppose t’s worth a shot.”

Peter: “All this because you can’t type. Oh I’m simply not worthy.”

This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Shaktiki Sharma. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers.

my cousin vinnie and “my cousin vinnie”

“I can’t wait to see my cousin Vinnie,” Richie mentioned to Spaniel.

“You always have had the hots for Marisa Tomei,” his friend reminded him.

“Duh, super genius!!” snarled the former. “I meant my cousin from Buffalo. It’s his birthday today. I’m supposed to visit him in a few weeks.”

As they pulled into the DVD store’s parking lot, Richie said, “I wonder if I can find ‘My Cousin Vinnie’ here.”

“Do you think he’ll be here so soon?” his befuddled chum wondered.

Each punched the other in the arm and shouted, “STUUPIID!!!” to the dismay of onlookers.

This week’s photo prompt is supplied by CEAYR. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, our fairy blogmother, leads us in our weekly Friday Fictioneers,a story based upon a photo prompt.

another fine mess

“That old car behind us reminds me,” boasted Wilberforce to Mabel, “That yesterday was the fifty first anniversary of Stan Laurel’s death.”

“I just watched “Murder Case” last night.

“Oh I’ve always liked that one too honey,” she reminded him.

“It wasn’t one of those dark, moody film noirs,” he went on, “Where there’s always some dame with gams down to the floor.”

Somehow I can’t imagine their winning somebody like that over with all those lopsided gestures and babbling.”

“Oh I don’t know about that,sweetheart,” she chimed in. “I seem to remember that was how you impressed me.”

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for her weekly help with Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt is from Al Forbes.

it’s deja vu all over again


Ellie was a frustrated young heiress, eager to get out and to do some harmless partying every once in a while.

Her stuffy father, however, demanded that she stay at the local convent boarding school, without leaving, throughout the entire semester.

One day, she sneaked out and boarded a local bus.

It was quite a nerve wracking ride.

Seated right next to her was a dashing young journalist named Peter.

He never stopped trying to win her over.

Peter wasn’t her style though.

When she got home she watched a DVD. She cringed all throughout “It Happened One Night”.

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in our Friday Fictioneers”, a hundred~word prompt based upon a picture. This week’s picture is provided by Ron Pruitt.

sad life


Sheldn, always quite the cinephile, and Myrna, were walking along a local side street one cold frosty afternoon, when they espied quite a lovely plant, covered with frost.

“It’s just like Mr. Andrew Crocker-Harris”, he noted.

“What makes you say that, baby?” she wondered.

“In ‘The Browning Version'” Sheldn replied, “Crocker-Harris was all erudition and no simple common decency. The youngsters in his class compared him to Himmler. That’s what happens to a guy who just doesn’t get it.”

She understood his point and doted upon his ability to see it that way.

“I do love my egghead!” she sighed.

the cinemaphile

Yesterday my niece Bridget and I went to a movie theater in Merrick to see “Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day”, starring Steve Carrell, Jennifer Garner, Megan Mullally and Bella Thorne. I can really identify with that movie because my twelfth birthday was quite a living nightmare too. Lately I’ve been trying to watch at least one movie each day, usually on Hulu. Yesterday’s venture, because I hardly ever bother to go to theaters anymore, was quite a nice time for me. I usually try to see all kinds of classic movies, usually from the Criterion Collection, by directors like Louis Malle, Ingmar Bergman, and Federico Fellini, among others.  Two days ago I saw Malle’s “Au Revoir Les Enfants” and today I saw Gabriel Axel’s “Babette’s Feast”.  I’m really happy now being able to say that I’ve gotten to know all these famous classics.  It’s quite a good way to widen my horizons. The next time I get involved in a conversation about movies I can really have quite a chance to make a significant contribution, because I shall have seen such a well rounded variety of films. I keep track of them too, on the Letterboxd website so I can always refer back to them whenever my memory needs help.