Such a sublime mixture of sane and crazy. The other night I was walking into a local convenience store wearing my WKRP IN Cincinatti t-shirt. A spaced out specimen lingering outside pointed at it and said "Yeahhh...Les Nessman..." I chuckled back at him. "He owes me money, dammit," he said and wandered off.
← R.I.P. Gary Wright. ||
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