Let's be The Price is Right

I'm Bill Cullen.

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I’m Dick Pig Dian, sucking Bob’s dick behind the Pinko machine.

HA I used to be a page at CBS and worked the Price is Right. We all had a list or people if we spotted them we were to alert Security. We would have to stand at the stairs to the stage to make sure no one ran up to Bob (except the winning bidding contestant).

I’m Dickpig Dian. And I’d love to fuck you senseless on a Broyhill dining set.

Broyhill. Modern sensibilities with traditional taste.

Broyhill.

I overbid the Showcase by $25 while the moron next to me underbid by ten grand and won.

I’m the countless grandfather clocks now ignored at estate sales nationwide.

Yodeling realness.

I’m the 12-pack of Dentyne for $5.49.

I'm the sad trombone.

I'm the white and brass baker's rack, a prize featured on every show in the 1980s.

I’m “Three Strikes,” the worst fucking game ever that everyone loses.

I ‘m the asshole making a $1 bid

I'm the hatred for Drew Carey..

I'm the hole in one.

or two

I’m the room divider no one wants.

I pass on the showcase adventure trips of a lifetime because they lack A NEW CAR! I always love when the contestants pass-in all their avarice-for A NEW CAR! and have to act enthused when saddled with a damn boat.

I’m Janice Pennington, who sounded like she smoked three packs of Marlboro Reds a day.

I am the spayed and neutered pets.

I’m the Amana Radarrange.

I'm coming on down.

I’m the 80-year-old widow who just won a jet ski.

I’m Bob’s pocket with the $100 bill. I have a hole where I place my cock upon a perfect Contestant’s Row bid.

I'm $50.00 in the punch board game. They always give me back. Greedy bitches.

I’m the Zenith console TV no Goodwill will even take.

I’m any slot at the bottom of the Plinko board. Most normal people just call me “a greedy bottom.”

I'm Anitra Ford. I was so hoping for an Oscar nomination for my role in "Invasion of the Bee Girls."

I’m the yellow American Tourister luggage that gave countless hernias.

I’m the Midwest frau orgasming at the prospect of winning this nasty Ford Pinto with sticky vinyl seats and no AC.

I’m the last contestant picked for Contestant’s Row. My bid lost which means I had one measly chance to succeed.

I tell this story for years at parties and I’m met with pity and contempt.

I’ve lost all reason to live.

I’m the old-school bottle of brown Listerine wrapped in paper.

I’m 79 cents.

I’m every announcer that followed Johnny Olsen and Rod Rowdy.

We suck.

I'm Bob Barker getting a little handsy with some of the show's models.

I'm the show's first male model. Bob Barker never got handsy with me.

I'm this cue. You know you're getting a car or a boat when you hear me.

I'm the bid of $781.00. Sorry to the sucker who bid $780.00.

I’m the sucker who bid $780. I’m kicking your ass at a Pasadena 7-11 later today.

I’m the player piano.

I'm gonna pass on this showcase if it doesn't come with a new car.

I'm Mama Mai.

I’m the bumper pool table everyone is envisioning at their yard sale.

I'm the loudmouth contestant who the viewers at home will root against because my obnoxious screaming makes their eardrums want to explode.

I'm the "exciting" vacation to Bumfuck, Idaho.

I’m the K Car that’s willing to kill for.

I'm the imbecile contestant who takes too fucking long to place a damn bid during the "One Bid", because I keep looking at the crowd to listen their advice.

I'm The Dale!

I'm an unfinished automobile designed by a scam artist transsexual that somehow or another made its way as a Showcase prize.

Pray you don't win me! I have no engine and bike pedals glued to the floorboard for brakes.

I'm the overweight 70-year-old woman who just won a motorcycle that anyone can tell I have no use for just by looking at me.

I’m a young , braless Brenda Dickson, getting sexually harassed by that perv Bob Barker in a hallway in Television City.

R47 see R22.

I'm the 400 lb black woman chasing Bob around trying to get a kiss.

I'm Yolanda, I was the OG pioneer of the "wardrobe malfunction" concept.

I'm the contantly airing Pluto TV reruns of "The Barker Years" episodes. Your over on a $3200 Datsun!

I loved Bob.

I'm rack and pinion steering. As if anyone knew what that meant.

I'm Johnny Olson describing the Chevy Vega and saying, "Corners flat."

I'm the yodeling guy who falls off a cliff if the contestant's price guess is too much

R46

Thanks for tonight’s insomnia rabbit hole!

I'm the early years of the show that Bob Barker wouldn't allow to re-air because some of the prizes were fur coats. Monty Hall didn't have that problem.

I’m the electric organ.

I'm the contestant who pings on the gaydar and your suspicions are confirmed when I go to the wheel and say "I'd like to give a shout-out to my loving partner, Jeff."

I'm Bob Barker's very phallic 🎤!

As mentioned I was a page at CBS and worked on the price is right. There was a guy who would come to every show every day (they would tape two shows a day, 3 days a week to stack them up for breaks). He did this for years until one day the producer decided to give him a break and the called him up to showcase showdown. The mother fucker won, won his game, won the 1000 dollar spin and won BOTH showcases at the end. He walked out with about 300K in prizes and money. He showed up the next day knowing he would never get picked again. He kept showing up day after day. He was the nicest guy but damn.

I'm Plinko. No one ever wins much money from me, but whenever I'm wheeled out, it's considered a big deal.

I'm me, willing to do anything for Devin. Anything.

I’m the overbid buzzer.

I'm the tennis ball in the shell game.

Three of my fingers smell like mackerel up to the third digit!

Another Monday!

[quote]I'm Bob Barker's very phallic 🎤!

Mine was even longer.

I’m George Gray, straight pussyhound.

I’m the $100 pocket. “Lower… lower still… keep reaching…”

I'm Rod Roddy, ambassador to Tai Pei! Oh the young boys I have diddled.

I'm 769 770 771 772 773 774 775 776 778 779 ding ding ding you win.

I'm the piggy bank on the Any Number game.