They arrived at their new gig this morning ready to party.
Allow me to introduce you to the one and only…
Frankie (aka Ol’ Blue Eyes, The Chairman of the Board, Frank Sinatra)
and his cohort…
Dino (aka the King of Cool, Dean Martin)
and, of course, their buddy…
Sammy Davis Jr.
oh, and let’s not forget…
They seem to be pleased enough with their new dressing rooms, they even have groupies hanging around outside the gate already.
The groupies were too shy to ask for an autograph though.
“Those are some freakishly tall sheep,” said Blanche.
She’s a little confused. I had to explain that they were alpacas and not sheep.
“What the heck is an alpaca?” she asked.
“Well, they’re kind of like a camel,” I said.
“In Indiana? Camels in Indiana? Why would you want a camel in Indiana?”
“Well, they’re not really camels, they’re alpacas. I wanted them because they produce the softest fleece in the world.”
Then she gave me a dirty look and walked away. I’m afraid I may have hurt her feelings.
“Not that your fleece isn’t soft, Blanche! I just…”