A middle-aged unfunny Jimmy JJ Walker is a slightly older version of the younger Jimmy JJ Walker who was equally unfunny during the run of that 70's sitcom.
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That 70s sitcom was not nearly as informative or thought-provoking as the FWG, which now has 15,000 replies.
By Jimmie Walker saying "dy-no-mite" in that exaggerated fashion of his, he coined a catch phrase upon which he built a career no matter how short-lived or undeserving it was.
On "American Idol", a week of Olivia Newton-John songs performed by the contestants followed by a live performance by the lovely ON-J herself would do a lot to boost that show's sagging ratings.
Points of interest to gravity include elderly women who tend to shuffle along with their chesticle regions dragging along behind them.
Great job everyone on reaching 15,000 replies. The Board of Governors also sends their congratulations and my sources have informed me that our favorite Radio-Info techs, editors, moderators and owners were celebrating with their own little office shindig this evening.
Great job everyone on reaching 15,000 replies. The Board of Governors also sends their congratulations and my sources have informed me that our favorite Radio-Info techs, editors, moderators and owners were celebrating with their own little office shindig this evening.
Dragging along behind them were the new crop of band campers who reluctantly followed their parents to orientation on the first day of the new session.
Without anyone telling me, Olivia Newton-John was on Wendy Williams, and I blame for my dereliction of duty the fact that I was hooked on a The Nanny marathon.
A The Nanny marathon could be a good way to extract information from spies and suspected terrorists if we locked them in a room, tied them to a chair, restrained their heads to prevent them from turning away, propped their eyes open with toothpicks, and glued on a pair of headphones at maximum volume so their eardrums would be pierced by the sound of Fran Drescher laughing.
The sound of Fran Drescher laughing is not nearly as beatific as the sound of Olivia Newton-John singing, or simply sitting.
Chomping on a carrot would be a good way to stand out in a country night club, especially if you're standing around with a Yankees jersey left rakishly open just so.
Her new muffins were ravaged in one fell swoop by some wandering band campers.
Wandering band campers have been known to wander too far from the safe confines of band camp and that's when the trouble really begins.