My Favorite “Two Wild and Crazy guys”
In the early 90s, shortly after the fall of the Evil Empire, my wife and I were in Rome and one morning found us in line to get into the Vatican Museum. As we were waiting, a tour bus pulled up. It was garishly painted, loud and belching thick black smoke. Everything about it said "Eastern Europe." Sure enough, the door opened, and out poured people dressed exactly like the "Two Wild and Crazy Guys." I didn't know there was that much polyester left on the planet. Good satire is always well grounded in fact.