Night of the Lepus II: LOOK AT THE BONES

"Where is he?"  "I dunno." "Can I eat this?"

"WHHEEEEEE!"

"Who are we looking for again?"  "I dunno. I'm stuffed."  "Where's the phone?"

"BONES... Mr. Bun-Bun's on line one. He wants to know what you're doing in this movie?"

"Oh, Mr. Commuter..."

"Oh, Mr. Commuter..."

Probably only three people will care about this -- and one of them is dead -- but FINALLY, after years of searching, Da-da found a transcript of Steve Martin's 1976 beatnik poetry rant from Saturday Night Live, SNL Episode 5, Second Season, written by Michael O'Donahue. Now all Da-da needs do is make a YouTube post of the sketch and he will have performed his service to humanity. Anyway, here it is, along with a link to the entire sketch transcript. And yes, Da-da was quite young when this came out, but he remembers peeking over the couch to see it (he wasn't supposed to be up).

Rodney (Steve Martin as beatnik): Oh, Mr. Commuter!
Wash me not in your Mad Ave. paint-by-numbers soap,
In your Cheez Whiz TV dinner bathtub graveyard.
Not for me your drip-dry tuna casserole! [bongo rim shot]
Not for me your gray-and-pink poodle FASCISM! [bongo]
I'd rather roll in my own PUKE! [bongo]
Free and proud to smell.
This is poetry!
It does not NEED to rhyme!
Ga ga!
Da da!
God!
Dog!
Dog!
God!

It's Good Friday, Dracula

"Hey, Dracula! We saved you a crucifix and a seat in the front row!"

BLUE CAT ALERT: An Easter Warning

Exhibit A. "Fluffy."

Be warned: in what appears to be yet another manifestation of the Cult of Mr. Bun-Bun, blue cats are appearing all over the Tri-State Area. (The above one just smiled and vanished.) NOTE: If you pet them, your hand will look normal while petting, but if you stop, your hand will turn blue and the cat will look up at you and wonder, "Why did you stop? Can't you pet me FOREVER?" And THEN, you will pet the blue cat forever with your blue hand... kinda like a djinn, but with more tonic.

Da-da is now going to flog himself for such a terrible joke. However, it was Da-da's only line...

Bunbunettes...bunbuneers?... ready themselves for the Easter invasion.