Is it me or is Andy Rooney's face really

Is it me or is Andy Rooney's face really really really red. Like boiled Dungeness Crabs. Crabs with grey wool coming out of them. I don't even think that is his office.

All my TV friends are gone, Oprah, Andy Rooney, that Sham-Wow guy. I had entered a vast wasteland with nothing on. Until I discovered this little cable channel hidden away.

It was TV Land Land, where every reforgotten character could be reremembered in stunning grayscale. "This takes me back to the time I remembered I had forgotten Daffy," I told my

gay lover Don Knotts. Don told me the romance had gone out of our relationship. I told him I had dibs on Harvey Corman on the TV Land Land board game. The popomatic exploded

Watch the dice in the plastic bubble,it pops you in and out of trouble. Her comes sister,look out Jack. You've got trouble, you go back! Dr.Tart cocked his time gun. Insp.Winship

Was dressed in seventeenth century gear and used a quill pen, making the modern pens jealous. There were stores closing right and left, making it a ghost town. Dr. Tart quipped to

the government about this outrageous lack of progress. "It's just not right!" Dr Tart said. "How do you expect me to have patients when all the want is me to write with the quill

stomped around the examining room tossing speculums and little knee-hammers thither and yon. His assistant burst into the room. "Dr. Tart!" she cried, "is someone having a seisure?

" Startled, his hands jerked upwards &a tray of urine samples flew up in the air, drenching her lovely little white dress. His insane laughter followed her as she ran outta there!