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Word Count: 100
We flocked to the record racks to buy his LP’s. I did my best to memorize those monologues. Remember the slush ball?
“Junior Barns, you gunky.” That one made me laugh until tears rolled.
I spied Scotty, partner of undercover tennis bum Kelly. With humor, they solved crime after crime.
Every time I drove my Beetle, I heard him say to a raucous audience, “When the fan belt breaks we use a rubber band.”
The accusations rocked my world as Bill Cosby plummeted from his pedestal. A deep sense of loss floods me.
The jokes aren’t funny anymore, are they?