If elected President, Orson Bean has pledged to replace all members of The Supremes with members of the Supreme Court. His position on platters has never been nailed down.
The original Supremes were a group of singing white supremacists. They had some minor hits among sympathetic groups, including:
Stop! Or I’ll Shoot Your Ass!
You Can’t Hurry Hate
When The Torchlight Starts Shining In His Eyes
Standing At the Burning Cross Roads of Love
You Keep Me Hanging On
The group later sued the female group, Phil Spector, and Mo-Town Records for plagiarizing their music, but the suit was dismissed amid raucous laughter in the courtroom.
His cover of Stop! Or I’ll Shoot Your Ass! was a huge hit for Barry Manilow, who would publicly dedicate it to his hairdresser before each performance.
Barry Manilow is not gay, as some reporters have stated recently, and explained away his recent marriage to his long time companion by saying “Well, someone had to do it!”
Barry Manilow is an avid stamp collector, and has over the years amassed over four million stamps contained in over two thousand albums. He specializes in United States commemoratives, Congolese airmail stamps and first day covers depicting Eskimo dentists.
The most coveted stamp in the world is the “stamp” the then postmaster general had tattooed on Ben Dover, his gay lover’s, ass depicting John Glenn’s rocket as a giant penis. Barry Manilow has repeatedly offered money, song dedications and the services of gay sex slaves to have the tattoo surgically removed and preserved, but to no avail.
When he attempted to purchase the “stamp” Barry Manilow was quoted saying “I buy the stamps that the whole world licks.” He reportedly was trying to but it as a gag gift for his girlfriend named Mandy (or possibly Brandy).
Barry Manilow’s song, “Mandy,” was written for Mandy “Criminal Minds” Patinkin, who was not the least bit interested. For some reason.
Mandy Patinkin has received so many references to one particular role of his that, whenever someone mentions it he replies: “Hello, my name is Mandy Patinkin. You mentioned that quote, prepare to die!” He usually only maims the quoter, however.
Inigo, outugo.
Sorry; carry on.
When Mandy Patinkin and his wife, Kathryn Grody, were attempting, unsuccessfully, to create the baby that would become their son, Gideon, numerous visits to the fertility clinic were having no effect. The last visit was especially stressful, and at the conclusion, Grody wailed, “What’s wrong with us, Mandy?” Patinkin shot back, “You’re inconceivable!” and was promptly whacked in the back of the head with a sock full of quarters by Wallace Shawn, who came out of nowhere and vanished just as mysteriously.
Mandy Patinkin’s other three children, Lincoln, Wynken and Blynken tried to form a jazz quartet, but couldn’t get the Nod from their parents.
Lincoln’s father was a carpenter. Kennedy’s carpenter was a father. The Carpenters’s carpenter was a Lincoln. Kennedy’s father drove a Lincoln. Lincoln drove a Kennedy buckboard. The Buckboards performed with The Carpenters. Kennedy fathered a carpenter, but not a Carpenter. Karen Carpenter never met Lincoln. Or Kennedy. Or Richard’s father, Buck Board.
Buck Board was no relation, as far as the American Society of Fictional Character Genealogical Studies can determine, of Buck Naked, George Costanza’s porn-star alter ego.
When not performing, Buck Naked liked to browse the aisles of The Men’s Warehouse to add to his collection of sweater vests and skinny ties.
Entrance to The Men’s Warehouse is closed to all women, girls, boys, gays, lesbians, transsexuals, transvestites, and Transylvanians.
None of whom love the way they look.
Men’s Warehouse underwent a BIG corporate makeover in 1980. The brand’s four New York and seven San Francisco studios used to be part of a 54 strong chain of nightclubs, where a client’s satisfaction was guaranteed. We all miss Men’s Whorehouse.
The Men’s Whorehouse’s BIG corporate makeover in 1980 came as a result of slogan being "7-11 where a client’s satisfaction is guaranteed. The 7-eleven chain successfully sued them, claiming that “7-11” was too close to their “7-eleven,” which they had trademarked.
In the English language, seven and eleven are the only two positive numbers that rhyme until you get to a million. Seventeen different numbers rhyme with million including billion, trillion, quintillion, oxwillian, and repsopillion. The rhyming stops at a zillion, by Zerbok’s Distribution Law. Interestingly enough, a 1 with 53 zeroes is called a “queven” —which rhymes with the early two examples though this is coincidental as the latter number was named after Chris Queven, who discovered it in 1876. A few more negative numbers rhyme, as do most irrational numbers. By universal agreement, all numbers in dark mathematics have a rhyming differential no matter the tongue.