Dear Mistress Rochelle,
Please excuse Mr. Bill’s absence as he was poetically abusing himself.
Sincerely,
NaPoWriMo
♥⇔♥
I could not pass up Ted’s excellent picture of a funny memory. Rochelle, from whose blog we all learn so well, can be found by clicking on Ted’s photo. From there you may, in May, write a micro-blurb story according to the rule of Her Fabulous Highness.

Genre: SNL Fake History
Title: He’s Gonna be Mean to Me
Word count: 100
The flyer said, “Script writers wanted: interviews, 8PM Saturday night, 30 Rock Plaza, studio 8H.” I went.
Before I knocked, I heard a high-pitched voice, “Oh Nooooo, Miss Sally. Do it again.” A female voice yelled, “Idiot! When I said, ‘Bite me,’ I didn’t mean for you to bite me, Dummy.”
I knocked. I heard banging and doors slamming. The squeaky voice said, “Please come in, Mister Bill.”
I entered. A stuffed doll in a chair said, “If you can script a skit, you start tonight.”
When I told him I couldn’t do that, he yelled, “Oh nooooooo, Mister Bill.”
Look both ways and remember nineteen-seventy-eight.
Mind the gaps but save the records, ducks, dolls, skits, and names.

Nice memorabilia, Mr. Bill :)
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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Way cool, Mr. Bill 😎
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Thank you.
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Talk about short notice. Where did Sally go?
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A strange bunch there. 🙂
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I must be one of the only ones who didn’t watch SNL enough to love the Mr. Bill thing.
That said, this here story? I love ;-0
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TBH, I never really liked the Mr. Bill skits. I thought they were dumb/corny.
But, that is the prompt and the number of people who call me “Mister Bill” is way out of hand. 🙂
Glad all over that ya loves it.
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Oh phew… I didn’t want to insult you. I hate that and the Mr. Gumby and Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood and and and…
I bet you do get called that!
I came thisclose to writing about Trump because that’s what I first saw when I saw the doll.
You know it!
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I can name the SNL skits I enjoyed and the actors who did them. Still, it was very much me then.
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I honestly can’t!
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🙂
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Loved loved this!
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Dear Mr. Bill,
Thanks for the memories. Although I only have glancing memories of SNL. Your story made me smile. Ooooooh no!
Shalom,
HRH Rochelle 😉
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Glad you liked it, Rochelle.
Most of my memories from those days (70s) are set in (confined to) a USAF nuclear alert facility in a room with at least 20 other “raunchy” Air Force Crew Dogs.
My favorite SNL characters were Father Guido Sarducci and Roseanne Roseannadanna. 🙂
Peace (and “it’s always something”),
Bill
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i suppose this was one that i missed back in the old country. :)
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Could be.
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Funny!
And I love the ducks 😊
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Thank you, Laurie. I am something of an accumulator of ducks. 🙂
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Took me right back . Good job.
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Thank you.
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That actually happened to me once. It wasn’t SNL, but I got a job writing for a web series after following up on a flyer. Covid killed it, but it was a good experience for a while.
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Cool.
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That Lorne Michaels is a slave driver.
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