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Tuesday, March 08, 2005


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Carson's Sidekick in Hospital

US chat show legend Johnny Carson's beloved sidekick Ed McMahon spent his 82nd birthday in a hospital over the weekend. The TV personality was admitted to hospital in Beverly Hills, California, with mild concussion after falling at his home. Insiders claim he required stitches for a lesion on his head but is otherwise fine and was kept in hospital over the weekend for tests. He is expected to be released from the hospital later this week.

E onLine reports: The former Tonight Show sidekick spent some quality time in a hospital after injuring his head in a spill at his Beverly Hills home and sustaining a mild concussion, according to his publicist.

"Ed tripped and fell in his house in Beverly Hills and gashed his head open," says Susan DuBow. "He received several stitches and sustained a mild concussion."

McMahon took the tumble on Friday. He wound up marking his 82nd birthday Sunday in his hospital bed surrounded by friends and family.

Hey Ed, wishing you a speedy recovery......down fifty flights of stairs you freakin' gin martini guzzling gizzard-necked gargantuan ape with a tiny weenie. AND YO, DON'T FORGET TO TAKE THAT OVER BLOATED FRENCH POODLE IN THE PICTURE WITH YOU! And Ed, when you do finally pass on (hopefully soon) could you give a head's up to that wife smacking ex-boss of yours?

Ed McMahon- all you do is bring pain and suffering to white trash lives. How about us Joes in suburbiaville, huh? Instead of a fuckin' million dollars, all we get is these goddamn meal tickets that turn out nothing to be but magazine subscriptions to Good Hooterkeeping or Rolling Shrews.

Damn- your commericals scared me when I was a kid. Showing up at someone's door and offering the parents a hefty-sized check to see if the kids were for sale or not. AND TO OFFER UP A YEAR'S SUBSCRIPTION TO FUCKING FIELD & STREAM AS TRADE? How low could you go, Ed?

The wages of sin. Oh yeah, Ed - believe me, I was on on to your fucking scam from the get-go. You're on my shit list, pal.




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