Randy loved bird watching, but preferred them in short skirts than in feathers. When he tried to join the Audobon Society he was shown the door. A burst of laughter was heard from within the hall as he walked away.
Nice corsage Randy. Bird of paradise. Good luck getting there...paradise.
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"Randy always enjoyed 'Clowning for the Lord," demonstrating that disciples of Jesus Christ could always be such affable, well-nature, risible chaps, with their stunt acts of 'pratfalls for the Lord,' 'these big shoes are meant for following the Savior,' and--his favourite--'Whoa, brother! That's Jerusalem, the Eternal City in the distance; I can see it with my binoculars! Put on your chapeau, and FOLLOW ME!
"What Randy did not know--on that sunny, autumnal day in 1981 that his Clowning for the Lord roadshow was in the wrong place in the wrong time, there in Ottumwa, Iowa.
"You see, Randy was wearing his usual get-up of plaid jacket, mismatched plaid trousers. Unbeknownst to Randy, he did not know that plaid was forbidden to Protestants in Ottumwa; in fact, only Catholics were allowed by law to wear plaid in Ottumwa.
"It was all very sad when Randy came out on stage in 1981 at All Saints' Fortress Lutheran School. No one had bothered to inform him of Ottumwa's rather unique law concerning Catholics and plaid.
"As soon as the stage lights shown on Randy, the Protestants of Ottumwa, all dressed in polka dots (the fabric pattern alloted to the Protestants in Ottumwa), hissed.
"Randy tried a few numbers of his skits--including "Jesus says, 'Come fly fish with me for men!" trying nerviously to unhook the garrish fly-fish lure from his lapel.
"But, it was no place to be for a Clown for the Lord; at least, a plaid Clown for the Lord, amongst a sea of polka dot. A few seconds later, the last thing Randy saw was a uniform mass of polka dots, moving against him.
"Police investigators from the Big City of Des Moines a few weeks later were only able to locate a small piece of the lure, and a bloodied, Bozo-the-clown-sized shoe.
"To this day, the Clowning for the Lord community still carries the memory of Randy in its heart, and a fishing lure on its left lapel, in memory of Randy, who gave his life for the Lord and Clowning, in Ottumwa, Iowa."
Harold: Well, either you're closing your eyes To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated By the presence of a pool table in your community. Ya got trouble, my friend, right here, I say, trouble right here in River City. Why sure I'm a billiard player, Certainly mighty proud I say I'm always mighty proud to say it. I consider that the hours I spend With a cue in my hand are golden. Help you cultivate horse sense And a cool head and a keen eye. Never take and try to give An iron-clad leave to yourself From a three-reail billiard shot? But just as I say, It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score In a balkline game, I say that any boob kin take And shove a ball in a pocket. And they call that sloth. The first big step on the road To the depths of deg-ra-Day-- I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, Then beer from a bottle. An' the next thing ya know, Your son is playin' for money In a pinch-back suit. And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'. Not a wholesome trottin' race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? Well, I should say. Friends, lemme tell you what I mean. Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table. Pockets that mark the diff'rence Between a gentlemen and a bum, With a capital "B," And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! And all week long your River City Youth'll be frittern away, I say your young men'll be frittern! Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! Get the ball in the pocket, Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded. Never mind pumpin' any water 'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty On a Saturday night and that's trouble, Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble. I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers, Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool Hall window after school, look, folks! Right here in River City. Trouble with a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents. I'm gonna be perfectly frank. Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes On while they're loafin' around that Hall? They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs, Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends! And braggin' all about How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall, Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time, shameless music That'll grab your son and your daughter With the arms of a jungle animal instink! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
People: Trouble, oh we got trouble, Right here in River City! With a capital "T" That rhymes with "P" And that stands for Pool, That stands for pool. We've surely got trouble! Right here in River City, Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after school! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
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RANDY the RANDY ORNITHOLOGIST
Randy loved bird watching, but preferred them in short skirts than in feathers. When he tried to join the Audobon Society he was shown the door. A burst of laughter was heard from within the hall as he walked away.
Nice corsage Randy. Bird of paradise. Good luck getting there...paradise.
WOW.
Oh my! I just posted a link to this blog on my own in hopes of Friday fun. Thank You Renzo! This one does not disappoint.
Love it.
Is he supposed to be dressed as a hobo clown?
RAAAAAAAANDY!
burning hot
Hello, as you can see this is my first post here.
Hope to receive some assistance from you if I will have some quesitons.
Thanks in advance and good luck! :)
My eyes are bleeding, must go to the Emergeny Room immediately, then off to the psych ward for treatment!
Well hello Mr. Fancy Pants
Sure, Randy had secrets. Who doesn't?
OK Randy, you got me. You don't have any secrets. My bad.
...Ned Flanders?
"Randy always enjoyed 'Clowning for the Lord," demonstrating that disciples of Jesus Christ could always be such affable, well-nature, risible chaps, with their stunt acts of 'pratfalls for the Lord,' 'these big shoes are meant for following the Savior,' and--his favourite--'Whoa, brother! That's Jerusalem, the Eternal City in the distance; I can see it with my binoculars! Put on your chapeau, and FOLLOW ME!
"What Randy did not know--on that sunny, autumnal day in 1981 that his Clowning for the Lord roadshow was in the wrong place in the wrong time, there in Ottumwa, Iowa.
"You see, Randy was wearing his usual get-up of plaid jacket, mismatched plaid trousers. Unbeknownst to Randy, he did not know that plaid was forbidden to Protestants in Ottumwa; in fact, only Catholics were allowed by law to wear plaid in Ottumwa.
"It was all very sad when Randy came out on stage in 1981 at All Saints' Fortress Lutheran School. No one had bothered to inform him of Ottumwa's rather unique law concerning Catholics and plaid.
"As soon as the stage lights shown on Randy, the Protestants of Ottumwa, all dressed in polka dots (the fabric pattern alloted to the Protestants in Ottumwa), hissed.
"Randy tried a few numbers of his skits--including "Jesus says, 'Come fly fish with me for men!" trying nerviously to unhook the garrish fly-fish lure from his lapel.
"But, it was no place to be for a Clown for the Lord; at least, a plaid Clown for the Lord, amongst a sea of polka dot. A few seconds later, the last thing Randy saw was a uniform mass of polka dots, moving against him.
"Police investigators from the Big City of Des Moines a few weeks later were only able to locate a small piece of the lure, and a bloodied, Bozo-the-clown-sized shoe.
"To this day, the Clowning for the Lord community still carries the memory of Randy in its heart, and a fishing lure on its left lapel, in memory of Randy, who gave his life for the Lord and Clowning, in Ottumwa, Iowa."
RANDY es PANDY!!
Harold:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
is.. is his shoulder on fire?
Randy looks like a dandy!
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Some of these anonymous posters (not *this* anonymous poster, mind you) should consider getting back on their lithium...just sayin.
randy is a hipster.
I like his socks. Seriously.
It appears that Randy's left shoulder has burst into flame! I guess when you're hot, YOU'RE HOT!
I remember people enjoying The Uncle Floyd Show back in the day, but never knew of anyone wanting to BE him ... until now.
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