Into The Night With Enrico And So-Called Friends

[Shecky D. Albino]

Raelly?  Thut's a grate stoarie Onreeko.  Too thums uhp.

[Enrico Salazar]

Shecky.

Enrico just heard from a close friend last night that the memoir you published recently has some factual inaccuracies.

Would you care to elaborate on that?

[Shecky D. Albino]

You mean "Shecky D. Albino:  Ain't no Mountain High Enough"?

[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*