It's Not The Bedbugs So Much...
Drat. There go my chances to unwittingly moon YouTube.
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You're On My Mind, For $1,000
It has not escaped me that I have a somewhat profuse forehead. Or rather, a fivehead. The “high forehead” was thought to be much attractive in the 15th through 16th centuries, when wealthy gentleladies plucked their way to highbrowed beauty. Admirers took note of the greater brainpan and refined intelligence. (“My, my. Look at thee fo’ead on that one. Hubba hubba.”) Alas, today we no longer live in the Middle Ages, those pox-filled days of easy beauty. Those of us left behind, showing proof of high intelligence as we do, need to make do. So.... One day, a dame with a dome has a bright idea: Advertising Revenue. Then an even better, more refined idea: But a genius idea needs geniuses to buy into it. That’s where you come in. For example, say you’re an overpaid advertising executive. You’re gearing up to promote a dentist, electronics giant, and/or hemorrhoid creme. Or household goods and Sea-Monkeys. I don’t need to explain to you the power of the visual medium. So, without further ado.
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You shouldn’t encourage me you know!
Hey, I’m willing to bet they rent by the hour rather than the night. Unless you’re using the honeymoon suite which is a four hour minimum. No pets though.
You had me looking up Davey lamp: A safety lamp lit by a candle. Enough Davey lamps in a room would lend a real romantic atmosphere. Demand pumpkin scented ones, for nothing says Thanksgiving and Your Money's On the Dresser like pumpkin.
Say, were you named after the lamp?
Yes. That’s how I came to be named. My parents were both miners and I was conceived in a deep shaft. The lamp was used so that my dad could see where he was drilling.