Dead Pool Revisited: I've Got Gomer Now

We met last night and picked new people in our neighborhood Dead Pool.

I picked Jim Nabors. He will be 77 in June and had a liver transplant in 1994.

Other than that, I know nothing else about his health.

(As I have said before, yes, I know that I am going to hell for this.)

 

Stay out of these pools. A very wise man (OK, it was BYH) is very correct when he says they scream bad karma.

 

I moved Lindsey Lohan up when Anna Nicole went.

 

Doesn't Courtney Love have to be on the list somewhere?

And Britney's dead-pool stock should be on the rise.

 

"In most pools, killing the celebrity in question is considered cheating and results in the killer's immediate disqualification from the pool."

 

Here's a hint: Never, ever take Rulon Gardner.

 

I'd just like to state that I don't plan on dying anytime soon.

 

Still dead.

 

I don't like your chances. Gomer climbed out of his hospital bed, fresh from that liver transplant, to travel to the Indy 500 so he didn't miss singing "Back Home Again in Indiana." He's one tough fake Marine.

 

"Surprise, surprise, surprise! That ain't my finger either."

The punchline to my favorite Gomer Pyle joke.

 

Was Britney the No. 1 overall draft pick?

 

Oh, my, no. You've got to go with the old folks first, those barely hanging on. Plenty of them to go around.