Yes, it's sad that Teddy Prendergass has passed away. To be honest, until a short time ago I wasn't sure he was still alive - you know after that whole Rolls Royce crash into a tree, while he allegedly was receiving fellatio from a homo, tranny or prostitute, depending on which rumour you heard or believed. Oh and it left him to be a para or qudra palegic. There is one time when the price is too high for a blowjob.
But my friend Sal, when I told him about Teddy, (both are, or were, from Philly) he came back with some much more devastating news: the inventor of Spaghettios died at 83!
Not so coincidentally, Franco-American were based near Philly as well.
Now that is the Love T.K.O. I'm talking about. Spaghettios were my go-to comfort food growing up. And when I mean, "growing up", I mean up until about 10 years ago. No meat balls. No franks. That stuff was just disgusting.
I was telling Sal, I liked a piece (ok 2 or 3) of white buttered bread and then you just put some Spaghettios on top of that bread. I love(d) it. Or as Sal said, "ohhh, you're getting me hard". Nice!!!
But it is nice to know I'm not the only one who didn't look down on such tres déclassé food-like product.
So, no offense to Mr. Prednergass, but his death is overshadowed by someone who truly touched my life.
Song by: Teddy Prednergass