He Once Shot a Blogger in His Pajamas. . .

The esteemed Captain Spaulding wonders what, now that he has his own chapel, a sermon by Bob Hope might sound like:

Hi, this is Bob “I don’t wanna go to hell” Hope here. How ’bout that Jesus, boy? Ain’t that cat something else? I don’t know if that water into wine trick was a good idea. Now Dean Martin follows him everywhere. That Jesus is wild. How ’bout his golf game? I don’t want to say Jesus is a lousy golfer but the only hole in one he sees is his stigmata.

Now if only the good Captain could do something for Dana Gould‘s touring career. What happened to that guy?