like a cat with a mouse?
I once beat up Jack LaLaine.
I met Gary Busey in an elevator and he was with two women. He invited me to come up to his room but I like a dork said I had to check with my aunt who immediately told me “hell no” so I called his room and he said well that’s too bad…I still wonder what that would have been like if I had just gone.
Ha, ha. partying with Gary Busey would be surreal. It’s too bad you missed out.
Not really. I once met Willie – lead singer of the Irish Rovers – when I attended a concert with my grandmother at around age six. He told her what “a cute granddaughter” she had. Somehow, I survived, but there is scarring.
Pixel.
I wish martina hingis would beat me up
Ramon Inclan was a very famous guitarist, singer and composer in the Spanish speaking world. And he is my uncle. He was famous in the 1960’s. And he is still well known in Mexico today. I have regular contact with one of his children through Facebook. This son is a race car driver in Mexico.
Hey, pretty soon no one’s going to believe anything you say anymore. Though if it doesn’t matter to you, I can get used to it.
Brett the hitman heart gave me a body slam or too 
Jokes
Yeah, you’re right. I’ll have to be more careful.
You do seem to be going a bit overboard which isn’t good for you in anything that you do
You mean too much humor in general? Or specifically just too much with the bullshi*ting type humor?
Sometimes it seems so to me.
I met Mickey Mantle (50s and 60s baseball star) when I was 10. He signed a baseball card for me. I also met Alice Cooper about 10 years ago.
Yes, but it was -

I had an enjoyable conversation with the feminist writer Kate Millet. I didn’t know who she was when I talked to her, but I saw her on William Buckley’s “Firing Line” three weeks later. They were discussing a book she had just written named “Stopping Psychiatry”. Apparently she’d had a bad experience with the mental health system. Like they say, there is a fine line between genius and madness.
Jerry Lewis sort of “tossed” me into the arms of Janet Leigh when I was three or four. I didn’t complain. 
OK, thanks. I’ll watch that.