Okay. Here's a repeat of the original post. The links should work...
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, CUers of all ages, we are proud to bring to you today the fictional spirit guide with no smell whatsoever. Fresh from a deep cover mission in the bushes at the gas station next to Walmart, he's part Irish Setter and part pidgeon. He's points out the good and poops on the bad. He's the one, the only, FlippyyyDooooo!!!!
FlippyDoo: Hello everyone. There’s been a lot of talk lately about a certain person. A person who weaves tales of daring-do. He presents himself as a sort of super duper legend. You all know who I’m talking about. Let’s welcome TiT to the stage.
TiT: Hello
FlippyDoo: Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
TiT: I grew up dirt poor on a Texas ranch. I never attended one day of school, because we were too poor to drive to town every day.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Wow! That’s poor. Tell us about your family.
TiT: I come from a Texas Family who actually makes things happen.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Uh, I thought you grew up dirt poor?
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Okay then. What about your current family? Any children?
TiT: One of my sons is a professional baseball player and the other travels the planet as a percussionist with Carlos Santana.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: That’s impressive.
TiT: 10. I allowed my sons to smoke at home. Taught them and their friends to roll real efficient joints, too. My sons have smoked since their teens and are still smoking in their mid-20s.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Doesn’t professional baseball have drug testing? If so, the son playing ball might not be smoking any more or atleast can figure on getting into some hot water.
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Alrighty. No need to get all upset. It’s like Linda Ellerbee once said: laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is.
TiT: I am reminded of a time when we were all out to eat in NYC. Molly, Linda Ellerbee, John Stannard (a great percussionist) and me.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Well, I guess some folks might consider that running with the fast horses.
TiT: We had racehorses and raced them at Vinton. One of the local handicappers was a little black kid around eight years old (seriously). I was standing on a sidewalk in town when the kid came up to me and said,"Mister Tom, WonderWoman in de cafe over dere". And this kid was always as serious as a heart attack.
So I walked in and there she [linda Carter] was, sitting with some woman (I believe it was her agent) and everyone in the place was looking at her. And I just walked up and introduced myself. This was the late 70s and I was into vintage Western shirts and wild-assed boots and my hair was to my waist. Sat down and had lunch with them and invited them to a party at our trainer's house that night. They were making an appearance in Houston the next day.
And she showed up. She had the most beautiful eyes in the world.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: So you’ve hung out with Wonder Woman? That’s quite a song to sing. Speaking of songs, I’ve read that you wrote a song called “Driving Across Americaâ€.
TiT: I wrote that while traveling North Texas with my eldest son.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Is that so? The only problem with that is that Mark Germino wrote that song.
TiT: Well...I co-wrote that. The premise and most of the body is mine, but a friend supplied most of the really wicked turns. I pretty much half-bake most of my stuff, but I am fortunate enough to know some great "Closers".
linky dinkFlippyDoo: I’m surprised that I can’t find anywhere that lists you as co-writer.
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Yes, you’ve said that. Let’s see, so far you’ve been acquainted with Linda Ellerbee, Linda Carter, John Stannard (a great percussionist), and Mark Germino. Any other famous folks that we should know about?
TiT: Gary Primich, considered by many to be one of the greatest harmonica players in the world. Damn, damn, damn. God, we used to tear it up.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Anyone else?
TiT: I once had the pleasure of pointing an Ithaca 12 gauge pump at John Warner's sternum. And I got away with it. For he was just SecNav and I was me.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Wait a minute. Do you actually expect us to believe that you did that to the Secretary of the Navy?
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Right. So you’re a tough guy? Why would you have contact with the SecNav anyway?
TiT: Qua Viet 68-71. PBR (patrol boat- river) pilot.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Oh, so you’re a Vietnam vet?
TiT: SEAL Team 3, here. Extraction Team attached to 3,3 Marine, Quang Tri, '69-'72.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: Hold on now. You just claimed that you were a PBR pilot from 1968 to 1971. Now you’re all of a sudden claiming that you were a SEAL from 1969 to 1972?
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Yeah, I’m sure, but from what I can find there wasn’t even a “SEAL Team 3†in Vietnam. I think you might be a phony.
TiT: I'm so phony that they gave me the Navy Cross to prove it. (shows photo)
linky dinkFlippyDoo: You do realize that the photo you’re showing is straight from the Navy website? Why not just show a photo of your actual medal? Also, it would be real easy to check the names of the actual Navy Cross recipients to see if what you say is true.
TiT: I also live under an assumed name.
linky dinkFlippyDoo: That seems to be quite convenient.
TiT: You can take anything I say to the Bank.
FlippyDoo: Okay, but I’m beginning to wonder if the bank would stamp it “NSFâ€. Tell me, do you wear the blue costume with the big “S†on it under you clothes all the time or do you just put it on when you go on a mission? Don’t answer. We just don’t have the time. Thanks for tuning in everyone and have a Merry Christmas.
