Bill Cosby was a great and clean comedian in the 70’s and my little family loved him and quoted him as the occasion called for if you know what I mean, like “inside jokes” that fit a situation.
I recall as a teenager laughing hysterically at his comedy.
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Same situation with Bill Cosby in my family growing up. My Dad used to play his old records and one was practically worn out from being played so much. It was called “To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With”. All I recall now is the discipline belt that was nine feet long, eight feet wide, had hooks on it, and would rip the meat off your body if it ever hit you. (Nobody had ever seen the belt though.) Other than that scary image, we laughed our little bums off because we were living in similar small quarters with too many naughty and adventurous children in a room. We could relate to Bill and his brother.
Same situation with Bill Cosby in my family growing up. My Dad used to play his old records and one was practically worn out from being played so much. It was called “To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With”. All I recall now is the discipline belt that was nine feet long, eight feet wide, had hooks on it, and would rip the meat off your body if it ever hit you. (Nobody had ever seen the belt though.) Other than that scary image, we laughed our little bums off because we were living in similar small quarters with too many naughty and adventurous children in a room. We could relate to Bill and his brother.
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That’s a nice little memory, Linda 😊 I remember “the (short, but dramatic pause) Belt”. The album is on YouTube if you feel nostalgic. I may well listen to it when I’m in the kitchen fixing lunch today.