Can you name this Tv Series without any hints???  Many of its special effects were considered ground breaking..., If no one can guess it - I'll move to the next visual clue. Winner gets honorable mention and PR.

..., about Daveman and were most likely afraid to ask.

• A reporter from the Wall Street Journal wanted to interview me about my singing due to the fact I ranked #4 (now  #3) in the US as a favored singer among a certain group of other singers, for a series he will be doing on Online Karaoke . I turned it down. I who interviewed stars for my former entertainment web site, actually turned down an interview. Declined it twice. Had he thrown in a twinky, I may have been enticed.
• I was asked to supply my voice on an Elvis Presley memorial CD to be presented at Graceland. Naturally I agreed to decline. Again I was asked twice.  See - Pride is my middle name! Can you see a pattern emerging? Again. No twinky was thrown into the equation, so there ya go.
• I really miss my blogging. Now if some big outfit wants to interview me about the joys of blogging, I would oblige them even without the twinky.
• I was never married to Goldie Hawn, but I understand her husbands were.
• AbbyNormal really is related to me. She probably didn't want that known, but the cat's out of the bag now! Somebody catch that cat and put it outside, please.  Anyway - I traced the family tree back to our early ancestor's Adam and Eve. They didn't have last names back then, I guess to prevent episodes like this from taking place.
• Joe Bob Briggs really was my buddy at one time. The fickle baskurd.
• So far I only misspelled three words according to the BlogDrive Editor's Spell Checker. Baskurd is a deliberate made up word, so there.
• And for the record.., Blues Brutha is not my sister. Thats a Kilt he wears. Pretty one too, and it comes with its own purse (i think its called a Sporan) - its to die for! You go brudda man! Rip da shirt and all dat. Mo Powah! Freedom baby, dats what Im tawkin' bout.

Okay - I guess thats everything. For now. Well, not everything, but just enough. Im going back and wallow in my accomplishments among the humans.  JFZ - notify the Big Giant Head, all is going well. My stealthy assimulation into the human culture is a success.

Aile - its great to see you still survive! Where the hell have you been and why? and if not - then what forthwith, ipso facto verde verde wurday. You have been missed by all yer friends.

I know you ALL are going to envy me cause I finally found out what my Super Dave power is!!!  Okay watch - see this stick? Of course you dont - but trust me its here in my hand.

Now I'm waving my free hand over the stick and concentrating real hard - kind of like when you are constipated really bad.  Okay! Did you see that! I hope not cause I think I just soiled myself - but the STICK - THE STICK - did you see the stick?  Of course you didnt.

Well I guess thats my second super dave power, making stuff hidden from you all! You all.  But anyway.., this wooden stick has been magically transformed into A STICK OF WOOD!  bet you never seen David Copperfield pull that one off - huh!? It was a "wooden stick" but now, its a "stick of wood"!!!!

I just saw your jaws drop to the floor in amazement. No I didnt but I imagined it really good.

Okay now for a LARRY THE CABLE GUY SINGING SESSION...,using my voice of course. This made Hall of Fame where I sing at so in theory its entertaining. Dern Hillbilly Love Ballads bring tears tew muh eyeballs. Actually we men dont cry. Our eyeballs just sweat profusely.

It wasn't quite the moment I expected.  I spent a small fortune on this safari, tracking it down. Legends purported it was there but the natives were too fearful and guides would lead me no further. "Bad juju" said Sambi. "No go - yo go great white fly hunter what is Arkansas Dave, but me Sambi stay here."

"Very well you lilly livered coward, Sambi, you stay - great white fly hunter what is Arkansas Dave, will go into this dangerous wilderness alone. But I warn you - if I get killed or eaten - which is essentially the same thing unless.., never mind.., the point is - I will come back and haunt you AND your ancestors AND your little dawg TuTu. Shut up and don't ask." I replied with defiance.

The map in my hand was old, brittle, worn - fragile. I could make out traces of hand script that suggested what I sought had to be a great distance from where I stood.., and well.., it was.  A great distance for a piss-ant. There sat the legendary Sack of PuPu a mere twenty feet away, tucked under a rock.  It was an aged leather pouch with an object inside the likes of which no living or dead man has ever seen - except for whoever put it there I suppose. What was inside? No one knew.

I approached the sack carefully because you just never know about dangerous primitive traps built with the cunningness of expert modern day engineers. I could possibly just reach and grab it - but suppose it was placed on a balanced stone which if I removed it without thinking, a giant AXE might swing down from a hidden recess in a tree - OR - a giant rabid killer boulder come chasing me. Those damned giant rabid killer boulders are awful darn smart, them giant rabid killer boulder's are.

So I approached the sack with stealthiness - that there means quiet and carefully - I coulda just said that instead - but shut up and quit interrupting this long drawn out exposition with your thoughts, this is my story.  I grabbed a long stick to poke at the sack from a safe distance.  IT WAS A SNAKE!  A deadly lethal "BoboaBabaBabaBabay Boa Restrictor" which could kill an elephant in fifteen seconds!  But since I wasn't an elephant, big deal.  So I poked the legendary Sack of PuPu with the BoboaBabaBabaBabay Boa Restrictor!  It was dead and stiff as a board anyway so it worked quite well.

Nothing happened. So I hit the Sack of PuPu... and..., yep  sure enough - nothing happened. So I pounced on the Sack of PuPu and opened it up!!!!!  Inside the sack..., was something totally unexpected... A MAP!  A Map showing exactly where I was standing.  And in tiny print at the bottom of the map was a note written in ancient Gibberish by an ancient Gibberishian Tribesman.., "Hahahahaha - you dumb ass".

- THUH END -

With all due respect to my long time co-blogging family member  AbbyNormal  who just recently purchased her own hoity toity designer pappasan chair which she cant use because her family cat took it over.., I have to flaunt MY latest designer chair purchase. My soul purpose in presenting this luxury item is to make Abby totally envious - and I can tell by the flame blasting from her nostrils - its working! Yay me!

I present you with Daveman's Universi-Chair!!! Its fashionable, it has its own tote handle so you can move it anywhere anytime - its super light weight - doubles as a magazine holder - and hey - best yet! Have you ever had those situations where even BOTH the bathrooms are occupied and you just cant hold your business any longer?  Huh? Huh? Know what I'm sayin' here? Relief is just a popped lid away! Just make sure to remove the magazines first.

Yes, just when you think it cant possibly get any better.., Daveman;s Universi-Chair can also serve as a pool side seat.  If one of your guests start to drown, just toss em the bucket - IT FLOATS!!! Sure the guest will drown but you'll have fun watching the  chair bob up and down in the water - its really pretty at night, watching it bob in the moonlight as your gasping flailing guest tries to grab onto it, failing miserably.

How much will this Daveman's Universi-Chair cost you?  A thousand dollars you say? Five hundred?  Noooo!  For the low low price of $150 this multi-use chair is yours! (Shipping and handling fees may apply)