HOW DOES THE FLU AFFECT CELEBRITIES?

The title of this entry is meant to be somewhat sarcastic in tone. When I read the news today I saw a headline stating that Burt Reynolds was in the ICU. Curious about the news I decided to read on. I discovered that he had the flu and was "severely dehydrated." Don't get me wrong I think Burt Reynolds is funny especially when he is attempting to act. I don't understand why it's necessary to say "Look Burt has the flu." The fact of the matter is that the flu is going around and no one is immune.

I am going somewhere with this particular diatribe so stay with me. It's one thing if a celebrity is doing something important in an attempt to better the world condition. Instead of reading about something good we have to be subjected to " Burt plus flu equals ICU." I have a suggestion for Burt's reps and Doctors in so far as this situation is concerned. I think they should play the remastered Blu Ray copies of Cannonball Run and Cannonball Run 2 and buy some prune juice in order to keep Burt hydrated and satisfied.

To those of you that did not know this, Marlon Brando thought that Burt Reynolds was an arrogant ass and did not particularly care for him. I know that the aforementioned is irrelevant but since we are on irrelevant terms anyway.

I SAW TATTOO

While many people are on a senseless quest to prove Elvis is alive and others are in an even more senseless quest to prove that Bigfoot exists I am out to prove that Tattoo is in fact still amongst the living. My quest began in 1983 with Tattoo's sudden vanishment from Fantasy Island. I knew then and there that foul play and shenanigans may well be afoot but I refused to go to the press with my suspicions.

I started by piecing together what I knew about the man. Tattoo was a major whore monger and loved to establish his tripod sex appeal everywhere from the island to Amsterdam. In some circles Tattoo was know as " El Toro Cojonudo" or " Bull with the Large Sack." I began an investigation that included questioning member of Forbidden Zone where Tattoo was once a king. Not even Huckleberry P. Jones could explain Tattoo's whereabouts.

I went on this quest for the legendary Tattoo until I arrived at the Moonlight Bunny Ranch in Nevada where I was told that due to my lack of sleep I had Betty Davis Eyes. I did not understand the reference and became exasperated until a hooker by the name of Placenta Sweet explained that Tattoo had cashed some magic coins in order to travel to a place that existed a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Upon his return from fighting wars in the stars Tattoo cashed in his life insurance in order to start anew in a place where he could feel at home.

Tattoo went to his countrymen the smurfs and purchased several mushrooms to rent out as holiday and short stay homes but alas Gargamel fucked that up. Tattoo in an act of desperation had an orgy with Papa Smurf, Smurfette, Vanessa Williams and Grouchy. My search led me nowhere and not even multiple Sullen Twilights could change my jaded view of the world. I did however regain my optimism when one day I saw a figure enter a room in Amsterdam's Red Light District. The man exuded sexual charisma and a giant ego. I swore it was Tattoo as I saw him enter  I yelled " Boss, the plane the plane." The Tom Thumb figure told me to fuck mself in dutch and I smiled because I knew at last I saw Tattoo.

I search for this figure still today in order to thank him for showing the world that game comes from within. Thank you Tattoo your influence hit me like a cannoball!