the only funny things he ever did on that show was when he used to drop watermelons, bowling balls and big bowls of guacamole off the roof of the ed sullivan theater.
Since then it’s been all downhill, so to speak.
Letterman makes me think of the character described in the opening lines of this song:
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.