I had the great good luck to be about the same age as Jim Varney.
I met Jim when we were both in high school. At that time he was already legendary as a high school actor and was already developing riffs and routines that would later evolve into his standup routines and, of course, Ernest. A typical conversation with Jim during this time featured only a tiny amount of Jim. Instead, you found yourself deeply involved in philosophical (and ludicrous) discussions with Jim-Bob, Lloyd Rowe, the All-Teeth State Trooper, Studley Hungwell, the Low-Life Sisters (Bunny Jeanette, Juanita Dean, & the baby Nylon), and the totally evil Greenbury Deathridge.
Well…actually, you found yourself simply struggling to get a word in at all with that crowd. And whatever the topic of the chinwag, you were always outvoted.
One of those early high school routines featured a hopeless teenager called “petite little small ass Donnie”. This poor chump’s claim to fame was that he spent all day sitting on his grandmother’s couch watching TV. His response to everything was; “Got any cake?”
Our cat, Sprite, reminds me a great deal of petite little small ass Donnie. She has a similar agenda.
I love the kitten.
And I still miss Jim…all of him.
Well…maybe not Greenbury.