I took Maxine Marx's book "Growing up with Chico" on the plane with me for a cross-country journey. One of the flight attendants recognized it, confessed his love for all things Marx brothers and his disappointment he rarely sees other fans, and then gave me a free drink. Chico's magic still works! (And PS: I told him about your blog).
Anonymous
Well thank you very much! :D
:( Michelle why? I loved yer blog!
Anonymous
Dumbass girls being dumbass girls.
Michelle don't you own this blog? I can't find your personal blog anywhere! :(
Anonymous
I do, but I had to delete my personal blog. I had some personal stuff come up, I own about 4 RP blogs now, I use them as somewhat personals.
“I once had a drunken rant that lasted all night about my love for the Marx Brothers. My friends and the people there didn’t know what I was rattling on about, which I thought was a terrible shame.”
How do you pronounce Chico? Is it Cheek-o or Chick-o?
Anonymous
It’s Chick-o, because he loved to chase the “chicks”
“My parents get so annoyed when I put on a black and white movie instead of color. I wish they would just watch the movie so they could see how much funnier they are than today’s comedies!”
“Groucho reminds me of my grandpa. I miss him so much.”
“Watching their movies instantly cheers me up and makes me feel not so alone. I am so thankful for them :)”
“I think Harpo would give the greatest hugs in the world.”
“Everyone likes Harpo. Sometimes I feel like a sellout.”
