No, not that secret. The closet can be comfortable for a long time, homie. My secret is that, while i preach to my daughter about wasting time watching TV, i'm a big, closet fan of game shows.....
"I've Got a Secret" was a gameshow hosted by Garry Moore, and ran from 1952-67. It was a Mark Goodson, Bill Todman production-- and from watching game shows as a kid, is seems they did lots of the best chit.
The purpose of the show was that contestants would come on to be quizzed by a panel of 4, who would attempt to guess what the contestants secret was. The more people the contestant stumped, the more cash he/she won.
I wonder if there was opportunity to win the Barris built Golden Sahara 2 back on this episode of "I've Got a Secret."
That's beautiful huh?
On the topic of game shows--- The other day i just saw some guy doing cheerleader leaps and tried a damn cartwheel, while about french kissing game show host Drew Carry. Why was this dude so excited?-- Because he won a pair of new Lincolns in the Showcase Showdown of the Price is Right.
Drew Carry is no Bob Barker-- he's lame trying to fill Bob's shoes and it makes me want to break his glasses. So, let me do the right thing-- rewind a bit, put on my tuxedo, send Drew back to his own show, step into the Price is Right, and try to fix things up....
I wonder how our contestant, Mr. Excitement, will react when i take out those two new Lincolns and put the Golden Sahara 2 in its place in the Showcase Showdown? How much would he guess? I'd guess is that he probably would look confused, totally pucker up and try the old one dollar technique....
Well, when im the host, the contestants that don't have a clue and don't respect the booty (winnings, pervert) wouldn't have a chance-- to the satisfaction and amusement of the audience..... One dollar? Nope-- no Golden Sahara for you, cheery boy. Pack your girlish excitement back in your Toyota Prius and take the high road outta' Hollywood (insert the "you lost on the Price is Right" jingle music right here.)
NOTE TO DREW: You're not man enough to kiss the female contestants and molest the models righteously, as Bob did. You're tainting his tradition and I'm comin' for your job, four eyes.