It would seem that walking around with a constant smell of moldy cheese in one's nose is not indicative of insanity so much as of a sinus infection. You may feel insane, while you constantly ask your spouse "What IS that smell?" Your spouse may indeed agree with your insanity self-diagnosis. Finally, you call your doctor's office and explain in that way that you have that seems to make all medical professionals laugh that you have this dilemma. The stunningly capable nurse (after recovering from her mirth) explains that you have a sinus infection, something that is still "perfectly normal" in this stage of one's recovery from sinus surgery. You know, I've never been normal. Not perfectly normal, imperfectly normal. Hell, I can't even pull off Abby Normal most days. The "perfectly normal" thing isn't working for me. I'll admit that it had a certain novelty. It wore off.P.S. I work for a kid that not only asked me "Who is Abby Normal?" and guessed that "Mongo like Candy" came from the Goonies. What the hell is the world coming to?!? MUST be a kid. His parents must not let him watch Mel Brooks yet. I shall have to sneak them to him.
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Maybe I'm damning myself by saying so, but Mel Brooks just doesn't do it for me. Spaceballs? WTF? Seriously. Young Frankenstein? meh. Same for Blazing Saddles.
Yes, I am a humorless bastard, thank you.
Spaceballs? Not his finest. Blazing Saddles? You are a sad human being. I pity you. "Watch. Me. Faggots." courtesy of Dom Deluise? Pure genius. "I extend to you a laurel and hardy handshake?" Priceless. Finest fart scene in existence?
A hump that keeps switching places on Marty Feldman? Who delivers Abby Normal's brain to Dr. Frankenstein?
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