All the tigers come runin' for the rich taste of Roy!

Well, you know, Roy of Siegfried & Roy got a lil' Mike Tyson behavior from one of the tigers, finally, making it the second most flamboyant thing to have Roy in it's mouth.
I expect that sort of thing from professional boxers, but tigers? They're normally so dignified and well behaved.

I don't feel bad for Roy, or Siegfried, or even the poor tiger who's never gonna get the taste of Aqua Net and Revlon rub-on tan #23 out of it's fur. No, I feel real sympathy for the audience of the show right before that one.
Imagine, 30 years they've been doing this show, two shows a night, and only one audience got to see what everyone who's ever been to that show really hoped to see. How amazingly unfair and cheated the audience right before it must feel.
Imagine if you missed that by one show! Because your wife wanted to stop for a Mrs. Feild's cookie!

I think that could end a marriage. People don't shelve that sort of resentment very well.

"How could you sleep with your secretary?!"
"Yeah? You know what she whispered in my ear to finish me off, honey? 'Paper said the tiger pulled him off the stage like a rag doll'. I shot rockets, you fat, fat Harpy. Then we got a Mrs. Feild's cookie. After. After."


   Posted by dong on October 5, 2003 · 08:15 AM
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