At about six o'clock in the morning last week, I was flipping through the airwaves on the radio in my SUV, when I stumbled on an interview with former Y & R Soap Stud, David Hasselhoff.
The sloppy overweight hunk is either a very convincing actor - or, just maybe - he was stinko drunk!
The disc jockey dialed up Hasselhoff to get an inside scoop on the on-going screwball dialogue which the second tier celebrity has jokingly been perpetuating on network shows in recent days.
Yeah, whenever David engages in any conversation, he is inclined to tag on "Hoff" in the most inane or bizarre places.
Sometimes, with hilarious results.
On other occasions, not.
When he plucked up his telephone, the first one he rasped on air, hit the funny bone.
"What's Hoff?"
If you can't translate "Hoffese" - it basically means - "What's up?"
But, the joke pretty much rolled downhill from there onto the floor where the hoff-meister was obviously sprawled out in a hoff-daze.
Can't imagine why the disc jockeys devoted so much of their precious hoff-time to that convoluted mass of hoff-the-wall jelly flesh.
After all, it was evident from the get-go, that the faded star had hoffed-down a couple of bottles of hard liquor the night before.
Judging by his slurred words, mixed up hoff processes, and oddball antics anyway!
Where is he taking all of this?
To rehab, no doubt!
I switched to another channel in a "Hoff".
I "Hoff" to get it just right...
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