Ah, dear Ms. Rudner!
mr. haney, the consummate rip-off artist, is a very apt metaphor.
And it’s so well-edited, too.
From Mr. Buttram’s Wikipedia entry:
Buttram was a staunch Republican who helped Ronald Reagan spice up his speeches with political quips.[1] In 1993, Buttram expressed surprise that with the inauguration of Bill Clinton and Al Gore as president of the United States and vice president of the United States, respectively, so many Hollywood actors were “taken with that whole country-boy image they tried to project”.[1] According to his niece Mary Buttram Young, “Uncle Pat would always say ‘I’m from Alabama – I can see right through that’.”[1]
that is just so weird. I guess when the only southern accents you hear are Okie diaspora whose grandparents fled the dustbowl to Bakersfield, you assume accent=country. yeah, the senator’s son with a Harvard degree and the Oxford scholar, real country boys. sheesh, the Beverly Hillbillies set regional relations back a fucking century
And I have a feeling that Mr. Buttram was a bit of a reactionary, in the mold of Walter Brennan or Adolphe Menjou.
Not sure if this is a grin or horror, but it’s got to be better than a purge.
I think whoever composed and/or translated the menu was listening to some extreme punk-rap, and those lyrics came up on their playlist just when they got to that item, and it stuck in their head.
It is catchy.
That’s our cat Dyson in a goat suit. He’d get on the dining room table while I was trying to set it. He would remind me in no uncertain terms that the table belonged to HIM.
I still miss him though.
if it tastes like a mushroom?