The Callahans

Margie: Edna, come help me write this letter to my friends in Hollywood. I know a lot of TV people and I'm going to let them know that these reality shows on TV are junk. Who cares about these boring Kardashians or the Braxton family? Not me. Once The Callahans hit the screen then we'll be the only reality show worth watching.

I must say, though, that I don't want cameras in my bedroom or bathroom.

Edna:  Good Lord, NOBODY wants cameras there, believe me.  And if you think I'm going to consent to being on a reality show with you, you're nuts.  I value my privacy too much, and I certainly don't want the rest of the world to see what a lunatic you are. 

Margie: I don't care if you consent or not because I'm the one who will be what the show is about. The only reason you value your privacy is because you're afraid somebody will see you without your dentures.

Edna:  Fine, you just go ahead and do your stupid reality show, but I know the law.  They can't show me on the TV without my permission, and no way am I signing anything that allows that.  And don't you say anything about my dentures, you've had them longer than I have.

Margie: Don't you worry, sister, because I'm not about to let them film you. I don't want people to think they're watching the "Walking Dead."

Edna's Fun Friday: Mon cher Gilles

Ooh la la, comment dit-on "sex on a stick"?

Edna: You know, I was never one to watch reality shows, just ask my sister. But I've recently become enamored of "Dancing With the Stars," and I'll tell you why: Monsieur Gilles Marini. My lands, but that man can move across a dance floor! He reminds me so much of the handsome young men I met in Paris when I was just a sweet young thing. Watching Gilles do the waltz takes me back 60 years and makes me wish I could slip on a sequined skirt and flit across the floor again with a tall, suave Frenchman.

But since dancing Frenchmen are pretty scarce here in Jericho, I guess I'll just have to content myself with watching mon cher Gilles on YouTube and on DWTS until he gets voted off. Take a gander ladies (and gentlemen too, you know who you are), and enjoy watching Gilles and his partner Cheryl dancing the waltz from a few weeks ago. Just lovely, wouldn't you say?



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