RIP
On Tuesday afternoon I penned a 10 year deal with an exciting new celebrity blogger who had insisted on sharing his spirited political Conservatism under the nom de guerre Winston Smith. Early this morning, my daughters Saccia and Maglia rushed to my bedside to tell me that Soupy Sales had died. Along with Soupy, my dream of a HuffPo-like empire had shaken off its mortal coil.
I'll miss the big guy. He was a beloved golf buddy, and shared stories of our early days in the Catskills could fill many a winter evening. My fondest memories are of me, DC, Soupy and Sandy Baron at a Stage Deli back table surrounded by wide-eyed showgirls, the air filled with giggles, lies and well-lubricated with celery tonic.
Good-bye, my friend. Be true to your teeth or they'll be false to you.
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