Monday, September 8, 2008

Fred is dead, well at least his cock is anyway.

The set of the Flintstones was a troubled one from the very beginning. Fred was a terrible drunk who was always hanging out at Toot’s Shores saloon with Jackie Gleason and Mickey Mantle. They would drink and carouse until early in the morning. Then they would each grab a girl and go off to have some fun. But Fred could never get it up after drinking a fifth of whiskey. We would get to the set in the morning and go to his trailer to find him covered in vomit with his pants around his ankle and some bimbo crying. And they always said the same thing. “He promised me a Yabba-dabba-do good time.”
(Joseph Barbera and Herbet Finn, The E True Hollywood Story of the Flintstones: Stoned in Bedrock)

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