Gene pulled no punches, Gene held the rousing rabble at bay, Gene got answers to difficult queries...After conquering radio and television, he set his sights on The Tonight show, then leap frogged his way into the job that would set him apart from the rest...
"And would mold TV gameshows for decades to come!!!"
Witty and decadent, randy and hip, that's what Mr. Rayburn was all about!
Rolling with the punches. And giving a few back...
As you can see, there were many an infamous episode, whether it be a "nipple slip" of the tongue, or coming up with fake contestant names like Harry and Balls, to be pitted against one another. The liquor would flow, panties would fly, and the good times would never end...Or so they thought.
We all know Gene got alot of tail backstage, but he could knit a mean sock as well. Rumored to be the original all purpose spy/gameshow host prototype before guys like Chuck Barris and Jim Perry, of Card Sharks, were ever brought into the fold. His feats of bravery and loyalty to the flag will never be fully known, but it has been said that he could decapitate a man at a hundred yards with the flick of his question card... And that his long skinny microphone was actually a high tech anal truth probing doohickey of the most devious sort. This of course is classified information...
"You're on a need to know basis here people!!!"
If you knew, you'd be dead already.
Rest in peace, Gene, I know it's not your birthday, or the anniversary of your death, but you're still missed buddy. I grew up on that show, it is part of what made me all that I am. The boozing... the womanizing... that kickass guitar laden theme running through my brain...
"The incessant urge to..."
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