“And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain…”
As my buddy, Paulie, would say, “that’s the damn, skippy, ladies and gentlemen.” We’ve reached the final curtain for the Fish. Or should we say, “the final frying pan?”
Tonight’s the night we say goodbye to a lot more than just Survivor. It’s my final column, and the last chance for anyone to get their final blows in. Come on, boys and girls, dish it out. I can take it! Just don’t call me fat…! That’s so mean…
Hopefully, there’ll be nothing to criticize, because I fully expect to have a wonderfully written, succinct, eloquent, and amusing recap for you. Off to the freezer I go! I picked up a bottle of Belvedere to celebrate my final night of Survivor writing, and I’m gonna down this sucker through a friggin’ turkey baster tube! Bring it on, cirrhosis, you bi*ch!
“Excuse me while I whip this out…!”
(Whips out turkey baster, pulls off bulb, shoves tube in bottle. Chugs…)
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