“Carl LaFong.. Capital C, small a, small r, small l..Capital L small a...etc”
W.C.Fields bump!
(WC and old buddy “Squawk Mulligan” are tending bar together, telling tall tales to a customer:)
WC: “I’m tending bar one time down in the lower east side in New York. A tough paloma comes in there by the name of Chicago Molly. I cautioned her, ‘None of your peccadilloes in here.’ There was some hot lunch on the bar, comprising of succotash, Philadelphia Cream Cheese, and asparagus with mayonnaise. She dips her mitt down into this melange. I’m yawning at the time, and she hits me right in the mug with it. I jumps over and I knocks her down.”
Squawk: “You knocked her down? I was the one that knocked her down!”
WC: “Oh yes, that’s right. He knocked her down...but I was the one who started kicking her. I starts kicking her in the midriff. Did you ever kick a woman in the midriff that had a pair of corsets on?”
Customer: “No, I just can’t recall any such incident right now.”
WC: “Well, I almost broke my great toe; I never had such a painful experience.”
Customer: “Did she ever come back again?”
Squawk: “I’ll say she came back. She came back a week later and beat the both of us up.”
WC: “Yeh, but she had another woman with her—an elderly woman with gray hair.”
(My Little Chickadee)
Stand clear and keep your eye on the ball.