In 2004 we were assured repeatedly that the jaw bone we were paying $700 for was from the face of the great Bob Hope.
Our patience was tested once we learned it was actually the bottom half of a turkey beak, but our love and admiration for the decomposing comedian still sort of endured. Kind of. Then when we had the chance to buy his gizzard from the repentant people who’d made the original sale to us, well, we jumped on it.
Now we keep said gizzard in our pocket, and squeeze it with our thumb and fingers whenever we wish for a touch of 50s-style comedian luck. You may be gone, Bob, but you’ll always be with us. In our front right pocket.
And now you can have Bob Hope stuff in your pockets too – because his estate is auctioning off his entire dead body former possessions.
