I know that I should take this seriously, but I can’t help picturing Liza doing her mother’s show tunes. “Clang Clang, Clang went the trolley, ding, ding, ding went the bell……….”
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"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley, cha ching cha ching went my bank……..
Think about it this way: How much would you need to get paid to have sex with Liza (singing or not)? I’m not quite sure that $100mil would cover it for me (and I’d probably want more to listen to her sing). I think I’d have to draw the line at $250 mil. But maybe his standards are a little lower than mine.
Hi Anne,
Glad to hear that I made you smile.
Well, now ya got me doing it. As soon as i stopped rolling on the floor in giggling fits, that is. Have a great day. Clang.
Anne
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