This morning I played Lonnie Donegan's “Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor, on the bedpost overnight”.it’s not Beyonce, Taylor Swift or Lady Ga Ga, but it works for a laugh on a bit I was doing. Immediately there were calls from people laughing, wondering where it came from. It came from a time when we could chuckle, without offending. It came from a time of Jackie Gleason’s Poor Soul, or Red Skelton’s Gertrude, the Pigeon. It came from Foster Brooks, or Otis, (Andy Griffith) a couple of friendly drunks who meant no harm. It came from Red Foxx who always told Elizabeth that he was “having the big one”. It came from a time when we didn’t write songs about killing cops or beating up women. So when I saw the cartoon this morning that almost doubled me over with laughter, I remembered those times. The cartoon was that of Rosie O’ Donnell saying she wouldn’t wear Ivanka Trump’s clothes. The disclaimer underneath said, “don’t worry Rosie, they don’t come in cow sizes.” I also laughed WITH Rosie when she played a female ball player in the movie: “A league of their own”. She was great in that flick. The laughter came back when I saw the cartoon. Touché.
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