squirl, sometimes experiencing tragedy gives us a keener understanding of what’s really needed. Thank you for the compliment. I just try. I think that’s true of everyone who comes here often; we’re kind of kindred spirits, don’t you think?
mrB, yes, Gumby is the King of Rock N Roll 😉 I don’t know nothin’ bout no Night Rangers.
elizabeth, and Amen.
ck, I love LCS (and you). Jesus often goes undercover.
umutha, Elvis was a Gumby fan 🙂 Here’s to well-lit angels.
As I understand it, Elvis was a Gumby fan. I’m talking total hero worship. Elvis used to get doped up on prescription pain killers, then paint his face green and cry in the mirror because his head would never be the right shape to pull off the masquerade.
Just a little rock n’ roll history for your Sunday morning edification.
bucky, my head IS the right shape. I take my painkillers and cry in the mirror because I can’t sing. The rubber grass is always greener…
bucky, he’s Gumby, DAMMIT!
Happy Sunday, traci 🙂
mrtl and eclectic, you two clearly don’t know how to behave in church. I prefer to think of that little dot as Gumby’s belly button, rather than contemplating his getting either nailed or screwed. But that’s just me.
ortizzle, I am starstruck. Did you make him? I love him.
I really like the quote, but the photo kicks serious ass! Love it. Love Gumby. Love you. That’s why I come over here to hold your hand. I’m glad you don’t mind that my palms sweat. What? I always wipe them on my jeans before I hold hands with anyone. Sheesh.
Lovely post, as always. We don’t have Gumby here in the UK, by the way, and it was one of the first things I remember reading about when you guys used to run riot over in the comments sections at Dooce. Gumby and, what was his name, Pokey?! Mad, just mad. 🙂