Into The Night With Enrico And So-Called Friends

[Shecky D. Albino]

Or "That's Right, Bitch, I Said It!"

[Enrico Salazar]

First one.  Other one is more manual, is it not?

[Shecky D. Albino]

Or was it "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Shecky"?

[Enrico Salazar]

Enrico never read that one.

Are you avoiding subject, swine?

[Shecky D. Albino]

Then there's my monthly Magazine "Shecky Illustrated"...

[Shecky D. Albino]

Okay, okay.  What was the question again?

[Enrico Salazar]

That is a pamphelt you copy at Kinkos.  It could hardly be described as a magazine, and Enrico still hasn't got check for last article.

How do you respond to allegations you falsified portions of your memoir?

[Shecky D. Albino]

Jesus, how much money do you expect to get from an article entitled "Meet Enrico's Chocolate Starfish", anyway?

[Shecky D. Albino]

How do you respond to allegations you falsified portions of your memoir?

All lies.

[Enrico Salazar]

The $7.50 you promised, hemorrhoid.

[Enrico Salazar]

Lies?

What about this part on page 76 where you describe your four day love marathon with Jessica Alba in 1990.  How old do you think she was then?

[Shecky D. Albino]

Older than her implants...

*rimshot*

[Enrico Salazar]

Answer question, bitch.

You have lied to millions of fans.

[Shecky D. Albino]

They weren't lies.  They were memories as I recall them.

Granted I was fucked out of my head for a good two decades of it...

But that's beside the point.

Wait.  What is the point?

[Enrico Salazar]

Point is people read your books so they can know you better.  They want to crawl inside that maggot-ridden sponge you call a brain, and then you fill up book with colorful witty stories which have no basis in reality . . . what can they believe?

How can they still enjoy your books?