Charlie D

ode to the tomfoolery of charlie d.--- i praise ye d., sweet falstaff of this postmodern age who causes us to cachinnate, stumbling backward in ha-ha’s, be it when you give a guy a box full of hornets, aptly marked “H,” or sit across the table from an attractive lawyer, visibly sweating profusely from your armpits, telling her that you are a “full on rapist” (misunderstanding that you were supposed to tell her you were a “philanthropist”)--- all in the attempt to gain her already lost affection. most recently in the years you have spent as the butt of many jokes & jabs by your it’s always sunny in philadelphia cohorts, one can see only a unique magic which comes with the tone of your voice when ecstatically announcing the creation of your “kitten mittons,” or beating fruits & batting tomatoes with your “rat stick,” which wrapped in chains & full of long rusty nails sticking out every which way, would most certainly do the job when you go back down to the basement of paddy’s in order to kill off all the rats that you can. i submit to the comedic jury, that your special brand of antics stands taller than the likes of richards as “kramer” or kaufman as “latka.” thanks you charlie for the laughter, whether on it’s always sunny or elsewhere, please keep it coming.