Apparently this haggard scarecrow of a man is irresistible to all women.

If you were at a red carpet reception and served him some quail's eggs on a flume of balsamic aeration garni with sourgrass and fohnberries, I bet he'd say: 'Mmm, them vittles sure is good eating, I reckon so'.

Wish it had broken his bedraggled yellow Miner 49-er beard.

Her?

Lot of movie star-looking people. Guess this show's setting is on 'Bland'.

It's just a mild joke on the general idea of the man. That's all.

'Laurel Canyon'. And her opposite twin, 'Lauryn Hill'.

Maybe, a French clown?

Well, wouldn't you? A lifetime of melancholy reflection and self-lacerating introspection and then, just at the end when you've got something to smile about, bitch steals your gold!

Well, so long as it's openly acknowledged and joked about in a spirit of fun.

So no one's going to mention how his depression has made him immensely fat?

"Hope your remaining days are pain free and full of joy Mr. Cohen."

Oh, it's always a laugh
With Uncle Lenny.
With his jokes and his songs
So dam' many.
So let us give thanks
For Len's madcap pranks
And smiles that come ten a penny.

Funny when his accountant stole all his money and ran off. Reminded me of something my wise grandfather used to say: 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and I'll give you something to cry about, you little bastard'.

Correction: drunk small-time bore.

Whereas you're probably considered a small-time bore, right?

Keep on figuring, Dr. Hawking.

Oh you simpering piglet!

Please don't take out your daddy issues on me, tumblerina.

My god, what a witty thing to say. Were you captain of the debate team?