Hey true weirdos, at the end of this episode, stick around if you want for a little bonus content and conversation.

The joke goes like this. Liberace arrives at the pearly gates and St. Peter says, I think we might have a little problem here.

Our records indicate Liberace

that you once bit the head

off a live parakeet

at one of your concerts.

And Liberace says, no, no, no, St. Peter.

No, you're thinking of Ozzy Osbourne.

Now, I might have had a cockatoo.

Ha ha, ha.

No one would have laughed harder than Liberace himself.

The man you think of as a pompadour, candelabra toting, piano playing cheeseball, had to laugh.

His life depended on it.

He was a star.

And the price of stardom is so very high.

A cheering can turn to jeering in a heartbeat because we create the stars.

They are ours to worship and destroy.

And they got a small beam of light against the air.

Who? Got a small beam of light against the mirror. True. Weird. Stuff. weird stuff Liberace The gifted pianist, singer, actor, and king of over-the-top

Gilded bedazzled ruffled satin shirts

And lofty pompadour flamboyance

I bet your grandmas and great-grandmas all had a big old crush on the man.

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