[mburbank]

You guys totally get the picture.

For those of you who saw my comedy show, we once did a sketch set in the late 1920's about a rich alcholholic couple who do a daily live radio broadcast over breakfast from their penthouse overlooking central park. (I was the husband, Chistin Fistissibilt) They start out violently hungover yet urbane and as they work through liquid breakfast become more and more inebriatted. Scott played a crooner they had on the show who sang a number called "Depression Blues" (well they're not here to stay) which featured lines like

"Who has time for deadlines
Standin' in the Breadlines"

Around the time my characters vocie has bcome slurred to the point where you can't understand it at all, Happy spoon bursts in as a robin hood type bandit, ends up killing me and now wealthy abandons his cause of fighting for the poor and goes out on the town with my widow.