One of the funniest jokes ever was a Shecky Greene story. He was on Johnny Carson, sitting on the panel, when a guest brought up Frank Sinatra. When the guests anecdote was over, Shecky says, “True story. Frank Sinatra once saved my life. I was in front of the Sands Hotel and three Italian guys jumped me and started beating me up. Sinatra said, “Okay boys, that’s enough.”
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RIP Shecky.
FJB
Funny guy. Thanks for entertaining us. RIP, Mr. Greene.
He was hilarious. I remember him doing a routine called, “Cocka on the moon”. I tried searching for it but didn’t find it. RIP
I haven’t heard of him in a long time. I remember he was pretty funny. I wonder of Frank Sinatra thought that was funny. He must have, otherwise Shecky wouldn’t have gotten to 97. RIP Mr. Greene.
Believe it or not, speaking of old comedians, Rich Little was just on Huckabee within the last 10 minutes. He told some funny stories. I was totally amused.
Rich Little related the story of Paul Lynde answered a question on Hollywood Squares by Peter Marshall. OK this amused me.
Rich Little was just on Huckabee. He’s very old but still funny as hell.
He said that the only person who objected to his impression of them was Paul Lynde. Surprising.
But he then related that Lynde answering a question on Hollywood Squares by Peter Marshall.
What is the definition of death? When the brain stops functioning or when the heart stops beating?
Lynde said, when the heart stops beating otherwise all democrats would be declared dead.
What is the definition of death? When the brain stops functioning or when the heart stops beating?
Lynde said, when the heart stops beating otherwise all democrats would be declared dead.
Sorry. I totally FUBARd that comment but you get the idea.
Was carousing with a bachelor party on Rush St. in the city. One of the places we stopped at was Mr. Kelly’s. Shecky Greene was playing and we got front table to stage. Mr. Greene had some fun at the expense the groom. Picked on him some and we had a great time. The groom and I were the only ones awake on the drive home from the city. Everyone else crashed/passed out as soon as we got them loaded into the car.
1970ish if memory serves…
Three years before I quit drinking and now there’s only one other alive from that crew.
Remembering…
The banter back and forth in those days was exceptional. He was just as good as Rickles on making fun of you and making you laugh at the same time. One of his comments was… “So you’re getting married tomorrow. To a woman?”
Back then it was funny and there wasn’t confusion about what you might be marrying. The improv during their acts is what you went to see. Suspect that most these days is repetition of the same act without the changing.
I don’t even know what clubs might still exist in Shitcago or for that matter in the burbs. Okay, I’ll stop now as I’mdating myself.