Russell Gayer, author speaker
On Monday, the world lost a great comedy writer, actor, and director, Harold Ramis. Most people recognize Harold from his work in Ghostbusters, Groundhog Day, and my personal favorite Stripes, where he played a character named Russell Zisky. He also co-wrote the scripts for a couple of other classics, National Lampoon’s Animal House and Caddy Shack.
Then on Wednesday, while perusing the obituaries in our local newspaper, I discovered a woman named Susie had passed away. I wasn’t sure I recognized her until I got to the second paragraph, wherein it stated, “She worked for many years as a homemaker.” Some of you probably remember her from Home Economics class in Jr. High. She was the prototypical wallflower, slender, flat-chested, and wore sensible shoes. While other girls went on to become career women, Susie stayed at home, raised a family, and baked toll-house cookies in a miniature oven. Losing her is like the passing of an era. Our troubled world could use a lot more Susie Homemakers.
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Joe was particularly proud of his tractor. It was big, bold, and bright red. He liked to brag about the size of his “implement of husbandry.”
His favorite pastime was to parade an oversized trailer of hay through the tiny hamlet of Haversack. Traffic would screech to a crawl. Even the pedestrians would shake their fists and curse the giant tractor.
Joe didn’t care. He’d turn on the AC and crank up Pink Floyd on the stereo. His outlandish behavior earned him the nickname “Brain Damage.” His wife was reported to be living on the Dark Side of a Goon.
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It is impossible to count the double entendres here, starting with the title. What would Suzie Homemaker think of all this? Suzie Homemaker?… Harold Ramis would be shocked from this! Implement of Husbandry? Big? Bold? Oversized? Shake their fists? (That’s a triple entendre.) Crank up? Russell, you can be particularly proud of all this! As well as of your two big bales …
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Thank you, Perry. I saw where you had posted something on Google + regarding Harold’s death, but my browser would allow me to access it from work or I would have attached a link for this story to your post.
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Yes, I 🙂 here, too!
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Thanks, Scott. Was it because you have a large implement of husbandry too?
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That depends…is my belly an implement of husbandry?
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This is one of your best ones, Russell. However, did you have to tell everyone I’m flat-chested? Gee whiz! And I’m not dead yet.
janet AKA Suzi
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Thank goodness there are still a few Suzies left in this world. Are you still wearing sensible shoes?
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Excellent punch line, Russell! Godsend at The Grind was playing Pink Floyd much of the day while chowing down mint stuffed Oreos. I’m not complaining. At least she doesn’t smoke crack, even though I wouldn’t be surprised that the dietary staple, carnauba wax, is one of that cookie’s real or artificial flavors.
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Even though I’ve listened to Pink Floyd since I was a teenager, I never knew the title of the song with the Dark Side of the Moon reference was entitled “Brain Damage” until yesterday. Good thing it wasn’t a trivia question.
Evidently, Godsend knows you’re on a diet and showering Oreo crumbs all over the work place is her way of saying, “Good job, I’m happy for you!”
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I just learned that Pink Floyd factoid from you now, Russell. So I asked Godsend if she knew that. She thinks she did, but isn’t entirely sure. Maybe all the Oreos have clogged that hole of memory in her head.
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LOL Oh, I have been missing your sense of humor. I have a stack of links in my email for your blog. I’m going to have to don an adult diaper and read the rest.
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Why, thank you, Patti. Feel free to laugh out loud, spew coffee or soft drinks out your nose, or do whatever it takes to relieve the internal pressure brought on by my consistent string of nonsense.
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Oh Russell, what are we going to do with you? Dark Side of a Goon? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear 🙂 Mind you, when I first read “Goon” my mind immediately went to The Goon Show with Harry Secombe, Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers. You’d like The Goons, Russell, they’re your kind of people 😀
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Ah, Peter Sellers, one of my favorites. I thought “A Shot in the Dark” was one of his best.
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They were coming thick and fast there Russell, I scarcely had a chance to recover from the last one before the next double entendre was on me… 🙂
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Hilarious again Russell. I think I went to high school with Susie Homemaker. Sorry to read about her passing.
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I’m considering writing a longer piece as a tribute to her.
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I fell out of my chair reading this-Susie the homemaker passed away?lol!And what was that about “implement of husbandry”?And that last line-more laughter!Too good Russel-this was very enjoyable:-)
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From what I hear, Susie and Betty Crocker used to get into some big fights over who would get to lick the mixer beaters.
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Ha!ha!Your sources seem to be very authentic 😉
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Hilarious! Loved the introduction and the story, especially this bit:: He liked to brag about the size of his “implement of husbandry.” The last line made me crack up 😀
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Well, you know how those farmers are . . . .
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Wonderful character here. Haversack? Can this be true.
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I heard about Harold Ramis’ death. That’s sad, indeed. Your comments about Susie made me smile. Great story. I loved it! The Dark Side of the Goon. Good one!
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Yes, Harold was a clever writer, and Susie will be sorely missed.
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Cleverly told – I enjoyed your story
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I hope it made you smile.
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Dear Joe,
Let’s dress up as the Village People and celebrate your warped sense of humor. Friday Fictioneers wouldn’t be the same without it. 😉 YMCA…
Shalom,
Marcy
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Pink Floyd in a big tractor.. I like the implications on that… I guess that Joe was Comfortably Numb sitting there in his oversized tractor.
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Absolutely. You nailed it, Bjorn.
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Love your story Russell! Been taking it easy this week – had to. Hope all is well. You are such a good writer! Thanks, Nan
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Hope you’re feeling alright, Nan. Thanks for the kind words.
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always love your sense of humor. you had me chuckling from ‘size of his “implement of husbandry.”’ to the end. i don’t really wear sensible shoes but i’ve always wanted to be a homemaker. might come true in a couple of years or so. 🙂
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Don’t all men want to show off their implement of husbandry and end up causing chaos and frustration as a result?!
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Yes, Pride is one of the seven deadly sins.
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Russell you are now officially the king of the double entrendre! And I hear the crown you get to wear is huge!
I will miss Harold Ramis too. I loved him in Stripes. He leaves a trail of laughter behind him.
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