Friday, March 26, 2010

A Game

The common people decided to play a game where every single unfamous person on the planet would suddenly pretend that a famous person was not famous.

They picked Connie Chung for the first victim.

It worked wonderfully.

Within a month, nobody on the planet knew who "Connie Chung" was or is.

She began screaming everywhere she went.

Maury Povich made a few attempts to convince the public that Connie had once been a noted journalist, but nobody was having it.

Most of her clips were erased and when Maury would show ones that hadn't been erased, every one would insist, "That's not the same person."

After a few months, Maury divorced Connie Chung.

His last words to her were, "I feel like I don't even know who you are."

She became a bag lady in Austin, Texas.


  1. I ran into her when I was visiting two weeks ago. She had one of those metal name plates that go on desks wired to her shopping cart. It was really sad.

  2. Hahaha.

    Don't indulge her.

    She'll tell you she needs more money to get the Fancy Feast. She doesn't need "the Fancy Feast."

    She does just fine on the generic.

    There's only a little bit of mercury in the generic.

    And mercury's good for the complexion...or something.

    I thought about making her a telemarketer at the end, but decided that was too cruel a fate.

    I left her keep some dignity by making her a bag lady.

    At least that way she stays an independent contractor, and I think that's how she always preferred to work.