Sunday, June 25, 2006

It Was Della and The Dealer...

and a dog named Jake, and a cat named Kalamazoo. Well, Mike Fountain teaches some oddball class in that Michigan town, and he has nothing to do with the Hoyt Axton lyrics quoted here. You can go to his website at and see how he bastardized my last blog entry into a scene from North By Northwest. You'd think he'd have least picked a Mitchum flick. This is Mike above, back in the days when he was posing for postcard sketches naked from the waist down. Or so I've heard. ...Wayne


Blogger Ormondroyd's Encyclopedia Esoterica said...

Base slander, my cigar is bigger than that. That's why they hired me to pose from the waist down. The facial expression is familiar, but the Celebrity Sleuth and my fans, of which there are.. let me count.. three, no two... and i had to sleep with them... will point out that this model's tan is inconsistent with the fashionable gothic paleness i have cultivated as a redhead.

But these are quibbles. Use this for your next blurb: "Wayne Allen Sallee is the only man who would complain about being mistaken for Cary Grant." You didn't rate a Mitchum flick because you weren't stalking terrified children through a swamp... that was your LAST job, remember?

Monday, June 26, 2006 9:12:00 AM  

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