Reality Check by Dave Whamond for February 06, 2025

over me

That’s quite a stretch.

Dan Fogelberg soup is probably safer.

And some coo coo kachoo!

…right now.

For an extra kick: Some yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye.

I’ll take a scab sandwich with the pus on top, monkey hair and Camel snot.

The only one I recognise is Ringo…

A Purple Flurp! The left ear of a giant… or the right ear if you prefer. The knee of an eel. A terrible nice. A large, red eyed, no nosed, nothing,"

Sorry, wrong ingredients! I think those are the ingredients in Cracker Jack!

Fab!

Awww, just Let it Be…

Beatle Juice? Don’t say it three times.

And it will create Old Flattop.

Hey J’you’d think this would be the potion to turn someone into a walrus?

Was this before Paul is dead?

Fun fact: “Come Together” was intended to be a campaign song for Timothy Leary’s bid for California governor

I get tickled when I see a commercial using a phrase from an “old” (I’m not old! You’re old!) song taken out of context, where the meaning of the song isn’t something the product would normally be associated with. “Yeah, that’s not …what ….that…. Nevermind.”

John Lennon once complained about not remembering his “daft lyrics.” Don’t know what he was talking about.