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Another TV personality who meant the world to me as a child. Festus from Gunsmoke. I'm sorry there wasn't a doll or stuffed Festus.

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Sassy Sundry said…
I could never get over his name. Festus.
dive said…
You gotta admit, though; he's one sexy dude.
Anonymous said…
I don't have to admit anything...

super tight wranglers and a neckerchief have never made it onto my definitive "sexy traits" list.

I wonder if Festus somehow plays a role in the celebration of Festivus... "a Festus Festivus for the rest of us". hmmm.
Did you know that the most famous quote from Gunsmoke was from was said by Festus? - Quote: "Marshall Dillon get your ass over at the Long Branch Saloon" (end quote) And Marshall Dillon's response to Festus was quote: "Why that's where I ALWAYS get my ass" (end quote)
Scout said…
I didn't know "ass" was allowed in those days, but it does sound like something he'd say. Oh, I loved him.
That's actually an old joke my Dad told me when I was about 10. I didn't "get it" until I was about 20. I guess you have to be a guy to appreciate it.
Scout said…
OOOOHHHH, I get it now.

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