I may be off the radio, but that is just such a small part of my influence in this town, that the noise of Wachs is still being heard unabated by all efforts to silence.
This ridiculous DOT sign that I pointed out to you a couple of days ago in front of Atl. Athletic Club facing southbound motorists on GA141:
Has been changed to simply..."NO U-TURN AHEAD."
The INS must have raided the crew after getting wind of that earleir sentence structure. Hey, amigo! Why not just send up a flare that bursts into the sparkly letters of "ARREST ME" next time?
The new sign guy left this one up, though:
It's soothing to know that when the DOT seeks to upgrade their personnel these days, they turn to your average American public school numbskull and it's amazing how today's immigration patterns have made our domestic mediocrities seem highbrow.
Nonetheless, the sign was changed immediately after your #1 Hebrew Milkman exposed it to the world thereby notching another in what will soon prove to be the beginning of a string of victories in 2007 for decency and for Wachs.
Oh, and while I'm besotted with my re-ignited media power, let me just remind many of you out there that, from here on out, anyone using the song "The Final Countdown" by synth-metal poodle 80s band Europe, as a hip comic reference...Knock it off. That free laugh coupon has expired. That also goes for anyone who says "Good times!" "not so much" and "threw up a little in my mouth." No more. People fear me. Stop it. I can make you disappear.
You can laugh if you want at the shabby-looking array of candles we selected for the Hanukkah Closing Ceremonies tonight at our home, but you'd be laughing at a genuine miracle, my most likely uncircumsized, pork-eating friend.
We ran out of candles and had to scrounge around the house for old candles so we could wrap up Hanukkah for another 10-13 months. Hence the bent one that we had to weld with a match to get it at an angle where the insurance adjuster could ethically pay our claim, and the Earl Anthony Shamesh riiiigght down the middle, Chris! Just like in the old country, our 6-day house supply of fuel for irrelevant energy lasted us 8. Thank you, Jesus...uh...I mean...the other one.
It's a miiiiracle! (miiiiracle!)
A true blue spec-ta-cle the miiiracle is YOU! (whoo!)
"It's a Miracle" by Manilow...It's the new "Final Countdown."