Time relentlessly changes all, including our heroes and the way we perceive them, and so, perhaps it's no surprise that these days, you almost never hear fans chant the familiar, sing-song cry "There's no penis hotter than ol' Enos Slaughter."
Hello?
Yeah, what?
Yeah, she was the mom on Hazel, uh-huh, so what?
What do you mean, "that's golden" ...?
That's not golden, that's dog shit.
No, we don't remember her, and we don't care, and neither does anybody else, so just forget about it.
Yeah, same to you.
Hazel . . . . What the fuck are we supposed to do with that??
(d) September 28th, 2002