Me and Imus
Apr 10th, 2007 by Kristi
Me: Soooo, Mr. Imus, I understand you said some regrettable things recently.
Imus: I don’t conduct interviews with nappy headed hoes like you.
Me: And yet here we are. I apologize for the hair. I just woke up from my nap. I’m always nappy headed after my nap. But let’s assume you’re going to actually talk to me for a moment and expand on the subject you’ve taken to heart. Specifically, hair.
Imus: What do you mean?
Me: Clearly, hair has great significance to you. So I want to give you a forum to discuss this important subject.
Imus: (grumble grumble)
Me: What’s that, Fluffy?
Imus: Listen here girl…
Me: Hold up Mr. Mister, this is my show, you’re gonna listen to my important questions. Now, as I was saying…
Imus: You can call me Imus.
Me: Imus? Or I-Must-Fluff-My-Feathered-Hair?
Imus: Just Imus.
Me: That’s cool. So, Mr. Marx…
Imus: What?
Me: Oh…my bad. You just reminded me of an older, more lame, more decrepit Richard Marx. See? I brought a picture:
Uncanny, isn’t it?
Imus: Can I go now?
Me: You got somewhere better to go, cupcake? Because if you do, just leave. I will be right here waiting for you. Wherever you go…whatever you do…
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you crack me up. where do you come up with this stuff?
One word: hashish.
Dude! And the eyebrows!
Is that “lame” or lame’ (How does one spell lame’?)
Seriously whacked!
Hey, I tried to view your About and Sitemap pages and nada. Blank. Zippo. Whassup?
Oh geez, that’s hilarious…thanks for the chuckle.
I had never even seen imus until all his racist rant and now I see why radio is reserved for unfortunate looking actors.
Me no touchy the sitemap. Will will take a look tomorrow.
His look is obviously wasted on radio. I could totally see this dude in a spaghetti western with his gruff “feck you all” look.
Maybe it’s just the eyebrows that are speaking to me…
I’m here via Jenny at Absoultely Bananas…and I’m going to thank her profusely the next time I’m in Seattle. Which won’t probably ever happen, but if it did, I’d thank her. Profusely.
Anyhoo, I just spent the last half hour reading archives. And OH. MY. GOD. Stomach hurts from the hilarity.
HAHAHA. I saw Richard Marx in concert (with Wilson Philips for an opening act) when I was 17, I think. He had a huge head and a little wee skinny body. It was unerving.
He looks like Lucipher. We can always count on your for awesome current events posts. God luv ya.