You can’t get any better with Friday Fun than with Sesame Street I was always bothered as a kid by the king losing his teeth in that clip.

I coulda cried for poor little Alicia Sacramone last night.  First, she fell off the balance beam when she mounted on the thing and then in the Floor Exercise, fell right smack dab on her hiney.  She held herself together so well though.  If that’d been me, I’d have burst into tears and run away.  Those girls did bring us a Silver medal for the US team though.  I was amazed a couple of those gymnast girls actually have bosoms.  I didn’t think gymnasts were allowed to have those.  That’s good

This Olympic thing has me dazzled.  I mean, Michael Phelps…he’s a freak of nature.  I heard them say he is double jointed at the knees?  Say what?  He’s something else to watch.  All those swimmers are like tadpoles. I can’t look at Bob Costas now without laughing.  He used to be cute as a bug.  Newscoma and CLC have done ruint me on Bob Costas. When I first turned the Olympics on last night, I saw two dudes on a platform doing synchronized diving. What. The. Hell? That mess spook

The last of Hank Williams’ Drifting Cowboys and my fellow Hendersonvillian and nice man, Don Helms died today.

In honor of Friday and in honor of the fact that Stringbean’s killer does not need to be set free….here’s String, Red Foley, Faron Young and Speedy Haworth.

Ahhh…Marty Robbins.  Was there any better performer who had any more charisma than Marty?  This clip reminds me of the days when I worked at the Hall of Fame and it played at an exhibit about Country Music and the movies.  I always stopped and listened to this one when walking through the museum. The harmony provided by Don Winters and Bobby Sykes is of the impeccable sort. This is hilarious and wonderful video (and a bad quality but you can still hear) Merle Haggard doing his impersonation of Marty,

It always goes back to sex. Here in this short little clip, you will see my cousins Cindy, Vicki, Judi and my Aints Joy and Lady.   I’m the one doing the interviewing and wetting my pants laughing so hard. Do keep in mind that my Aint Joy is 88 years old and the “quiet, refined” Collie. There’s only one and she would be it.