Speaking of dead comics, I have always been a fan of wild-eyed Morty Feldman.
Did you just say that you are a fan of Marty Mark and the Funky Bunch?
I’m too old now, but when I was young I wondered what it would be like to see my name in lights up on the theater marky.
That’s show business for you. The** Marquees** were Otis Redding’s backup group, and most of them died when the plane they and Redding were passengers in crashed in 1967. The surviving members were able to re-form the group.
I heard they were fans of the Mar-Keys de Sade.
Ernest Borgnine never quite had the same career high he did with Marquis.
Anybody but me remember that old Gale Storm sitcom, My Little Marty?
Prime Minister Margie Thatcher’s stalwart stand during the Falklands War ensured she would remain at 10 Downing Street.
I remember Maggie with fondness from Scooby-Doo. Tall, scruffy, permanent case of the munchies and talked kinda funny - you just knew he had to be hitting the bong when the cameras weren’t rolling. 
Some people look down at you if you say you’re a Shaggy from Texas A&M, but I never would.
If you feel bad about being looked down upon, maybe you should express your issues to the Dear Aggie advice column written by Jeanne Phillips who took over for her mother Pauline.
My grandson is turning 12 in a couple of weeks, so I’m busy practicing singing “Abby Birthday to You”.
If a British baby has a big poop, her thoughtful parents will speedily clean her and put on a new happy.
Weren’t the Nappy those blue-skinned aliens in Avatar?
When my father served in WWII, he was in the Army, attached to a Marine base run by the Na’vi, doing maintenance and repair for what would be the Air Force. He spent almost the whole war in Hawaii.
When you go to the Kentucky Derby, you don’t have to go far to hear a horse navy or whicker.
I never heard of a Derby-caliber thoroughbred being harnessed up to pull a neigh.
A good stout draught of ale is enough to sleigh anyone’s thirst!
Only a no good slake in the grass would offer me a beer while I’m stuck at work and unable to drink it.
You could always eat a snake at work to tide you over until you can eat a real meal.