Vlad the Retailer and Barbara Walters circa 1932
Please allow me to introduce myself: I'm a man of neither wealth nor taste.
That is, my 401 (k) took a beating just like yours recently and I'm going to need mine for a lot longer than you ever will. And as for taste, well, the Children of the Night, the music they make rocks my tuchas!
Oh, and by the way, I'm not a man either.
I am the Legendary Jewish Vampire, Vlad the Retailer.
Mr. Perry Block, the proprietor of this blog, has asked me to provide a special Halloween entry and I've been glad to oblige. The last time I encountered the redoubtable Mr. Block --- that is everyone who meets him doubts him --- I was attempting to frighten him and his young son during a vampiric onslaught of his native city of Philadelphia last year.
Now I'm used to being able to incite the kind of terror in humans that Bernie Madoff feels whenever he hears the words "you know, your new cellmate likes you." But last year the vampiric craze was at its height and I was viewed as simply the Vampire of the Month by Mr. Block and thoroughly unable to scare him.
And Perry Block is someone who runs screaming at the sight of Larry King!
How did I --- a nice Jewish boy voted "Most Likely To Be Drawn & Quartered by Anti-Semites" in my 1257 high school graduating class at Transylvania's Ecole Speciale for Blasphemous Vermin --- come to be known as the Legendary Jewish Vampire, Vlad the Retailer?
I was employed by the firm of Shylock and Sons and my job was to audit the monthly output of fecal matter from the hovels of peasants of the realm. The job was fraught with danger from feral wolves, wild boar, and the toothless haglike spouses of audited peasants who daily lunged at me under the highly mistaken impression that "once you go Jewish, you'll never be bluish."
One night I met a lustrous blonde shiksa who seemed quite interested in learning all about the Kosher custom of never mixing meat with dairy, and believe me, I had no intention of serving her any dairy that eve!
I stole a kiss! And then she stole my jugular! And thereafter it was eternal life as one of the Undead, nightly seeking out the blood of humans for my ages-old sustenance, and a great deal of work with Abbott and Costello in the early 1950's.
Hey Abbott!!! I loved that little guy!
I've submitted to one previous personal interview back in 1932 with Barbara Walters. Although well along in her middle years at the time, Ms. Walters was still a tasty morsel and I wanted to chow down on her. Good thing I didn't because I'm really hoping she can get me in to meet Paul McCartney!
Had a man-crush on him since I was 782!
The interest in vampires having greatly waned today, I've decided to take a straight job. I'm replacing Daniel Radcliffe in "How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying" on Broadway in November.
Say, why don't you come see the show? I'll get you comped. Afterwards we could go get something to eat.
Oh, no doesn't have to be a big deal.
Just a quick bite.
Hahaha.... this was fun!
Thanks for the giggles. Happy Halloween, handsome!
I assume by "Handsome," you mean Vlad the Retailer ...
Really wonderful. I was just going to graze through, but then I ate the whole enchilada!
Thank you, Merilyn!
And "grazing through" and/or "eating the whole enchilada" are and will always remain absolutely free here at "Nouveau Old, Formerly Cute!"
Donations, however, are graciously accepted ...
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