| Marshmallow Cosby by J2K You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. By now it is only common sense that Bill Cosby loves marshmallows. From their milky white texture to the way they feel like toxic sludge when you put them in your mouth, marshmallows are incomparable to any other food in the world. Even spaghetti, believe it or not. But I bet you haven't heard of the escapades Bill has been through involving the fluffy, tasty creations. The year was 1994 AD. Bill's ego was riding high from the incredible, overwhelming sucess of The Cosby Mysteries. He was taking his daily jog through the park, listening to Fats Domino on his new TalkBoy. His head bob-a-dob-dobbed and his knees rat-a-tat-tatted rhythmically to the quick tumpa-tumpa of his heartbeat. I know what you're thinking: "This isn't your ordinary run-of-the-mill slow paced yet healthy jog for Mr. Cosby!" Well, you're right! Bill had marshmallows on the mind, and after the stroll he headed straight for the supermarket. Holding his basket out like a collection plate, he swept all of the bags of marshmallows he could find in, even the generic brands. Before he could make his way to the counter, he was grabbed from behind and pulled into the employee restroom. "Get your hands off the Cosb!" shouted Bill, but this didn't stop the assailant from sitting Bill in the sink and gluing his arms to the mirror with a hot glue gun that must've been conveniently placed in the bathroom. Bill hadn't been in this much trouble since Malcolm Jamal-Warner caught him eating his crescent rolls. "Mr. Cosby, with all due respect, if you keep eating those marshmallows by the fistful, you'll be too large for TV!" Bill's reply to this was his trademark rolling of the eyes, complete with laugh track. "Now see here," Bill said. "It's not like I'm eating delicious Jello Puddin' Pops, they're harmless little tufts of puff! Please, please, PLEASE feed me some, right now!" Bill opened his mouth wide and wiggled his tongue around, waiting to be treated. He was treated to a hard slap in the face. Bill looked at the man angrily. "Hey hey hey!" he roared in an enraged Fat Albert voice.  Next Page |
