When I saw Joe Franklin's office in The Aristocrats, the audience gasped and giggled in disbelief. My thoughts were. "Hmm. I can relate."
What's going to happen to this stuff when he dies? I wonder who will seize it. Hopefully the owner of the building won't blindly throw away 50 years worth of showbiz. There's probably a scotch glass that Frank Sinatra drank out of, buried somewhere in there. Not that I'd want to be the one to have to dig it up.
Oh and if you haven't seen The Aristocrats yet, do check it out. UNLESS, that is, you are a prude. Because I'm warning you right now: there are phrases in the movie that are so tasteless and offensive, they make Andrew "Dice" Clay's act sound like prime-time. Otherwise, the cast reads like a who's-who of comedy.
