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11/13/00

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By "Bob Senitram"

Shammy from New York:
Who wrote the book of love?

Dear Shammy:

Oh, jez. Gimme a Break. That's is just one corny-ass question, but the boss says I gotta do what I gotta do...so here goes.

I really don't know, so I decided to turn to the best source for information available...t.v:

1) "Who Want's to Be a Millionaire" -
I figured they would eventually get to your question, but they never did. This was the most boring thing I did all week! (Who watches this crap anyway.)

2) "The Practice" -
Such a dramatic version of "LA Law" Watching this was the second most boring thing I did all week.

3) "Touched by an Angel" -
I got tired of "Highway to Heaven" the first time it was aired.

Then I saw "The Jamie Foxx show," "Steve Harvey," "The PJ's," and "Hype," on the "Wuz-up Network." I liked "The PJ's," it was really funny. The other shows, however, well...If I was black, I would be offended by these shows that portray black people as "in-your-face, moronic, clowns." These shows were almost as stupid as "The Martin Lawrence Show," - he so crazy! Maybe he's like Jerry Lewis, you have to be French to stand the sight of him.

I guess that's the way tv likes to portray people. Caucasians are angelic, millionaire, single, female lawyers; while, black people are jive talkin', school teachers that live in the projects, and scream "Wuz-up!" at each other every thirty seconds. I wonder why the networks ignore the other minority groups...there's a wealth of people that they can make fun of, while educating us about their specific plights. (Whatever that means.)

Here's some tv pilot idea's I've had,
"Crossing Borders," a story of wacky Mexican who snuck into America. His inability to speak English leads him into all kinds of zanny mishaps as he tries to assimilate into American culture. Before every commercial they'll make a close-up of his face with his eyes bugged out in surprise and he'll scream into the camera, "Aye-yie-yie!" (Que the laugh track!)

And then,
"The Cajun Asian," the wacky story of an Asian person who owns a restaurant in Louisiana. His lack of English is leads to zanny situations, as the lack of English spoken by the Cajuns only makes matters worse as he tries to assimilate into American culture. Before every commercial they'll make a close-up of his face with his eyes bugged out in surprise and he'll yell into the camera in an Asian accent, "Aye-yie-yie!" (Que the laugh track!)

"Stagger-Lee,"
the story of a Native American named Lee who just moved off the reservation. Of course, he's an alcoholic and his inability to speak comprehensible English when he's drunk, leads to all sorts of zanny-wacky situations as he tries to assimilate into American culture. Before every commercial they'll make a close-up of his face with his eyes bugged out as he stares into the camera in surprise and shouts, "Girbity-slurba!" (Que the laugh track!)

So there you have it! Three great idea's for the Networks to gobble up for free. I figured as long as each show is "Zanny" or "Wacky," and it has a laugh track, the American public will love it. Better yet, make it both "Zanny and Wacky," and I'm sure it will be a hit.

One more idea!
"Out of Touch," the story of someone who runs a tv production company. His lack of intelligence and good taste leads him to zanny and wacky tv shows! However, they are all smash-hits! Before every commercial they'll make a close-up of his face with his eyes bugged out in surprise and he'll exclaim, "Aye-yie-yie!" (Que the laugh track!)

Hey, I just realized. I never answered your question!


"Aye-Carumba!" (Que the laugh track!)

And now you know.


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11/20/00

Ask Bob!
By "Bob Senitram"


Melissa from White Plains:
How do we know that Yogi-Bear is really smarter than the average Bear?

Dear Melissa:

I don't know much about bears, but I seen a rat as big as a bear once and he didn't seem too smart to me.

It was during a "rat killin.'" You see, when I was a kid we had chickens. Well them chickens ain't so clean, so that house up yonder, would get filled with fleas an' vermin. When it got real bad, my Pa' would put the chickens outside and throw this white powder around that would kill just about anything, if you gave it a few days.

Well one year I got to thinkin'.

What if I hooked up a garden hose onto the exhaust pipe of that old truck that wus' up on blocks in the backyard, and put the other end in that chicken house. Then get to crankin' up that ol' truck engine.

Now, I don't know exactly whut it is...but I heard a truck engine will guth-up somethin' fierce out that exhaust pipe that'll make them rats come a runnin' out that chicken house.

Once we get to doin' that...me and my brother would wait for them choked up rats to come staggerin' out of that hen-house.

We'll be waitin' for 'em with baseball bats in our hands ready to whack them big rats on the top of their big bullum heads!

Everything was goin' according to the plan and me and my big brother wus splittin' rat heads open like it wus the fourth of July!

Then out from that chicken house came the biggest, most humongust rat I'd ever seen. I whacked him on the head as hard as I could a couple of times, but he still wern't daid!

So I grabbed the pitchin' fork and jabbed him three or four times. He still wern't daid!

So's I grabbed him by the tail and commenced to whuppin' him up and down on the corner of our cement pond...then he wuz daid.

I was so excited I killed the Giant Rat! I grabbed that rat by the tail and started runnin' toward the house yellin, "MOMMA, MOMMA, LOOKIE-HEEEEERREE......WHAT A RAT!"

I ran into the kitchen all excited and out of breath holdin' up that rat by the tail for my momma to see..."MOMMA, MOMMA, LOOKIE-HEEEEERREE......WHAT A RAT!" I screamed with a big stupid grin on my face.

I had to tell her the whole story of how I beat that rat to death!

"I done whacked him on the head with a baseball bat! I jabbed him three or four times with the pitchin' fork!"

I stopped to catch my breath for a second, then continued, "I grabbed that rat by its tail and whupped him up and down on the cement! I done stomped on 'im three or four times..." I yelled as I stomped my feet on the ground to show her how I did it...

Then I noticed that my Momma was in the dining room talkin' with the preacher who had stopped by for some afternoon tea.

She wuz a talkin' with the preacher....

I commenced to holdin' that rat nice and close to my chest and a-pettin' his fur like he wuz a precious angel.

And then I looked up toward the Jesus, and started cryin' and a-wailin' like a mourner at a Louisianna funeral...

"AND THEN THE LORD CALLED THE POOR THING HOME!!!"

And now you know!


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