I have been to Grateful Dead shows, Catholic Churches, Rainbow Gatherings and Scientology seminars. I've been to AA meetings in Hollywood and once, at six in the morning, I ate breakfast with two transsexuals and a midget in downtown Las Vegas...

...but never have I seen such a cultish wackjob phenomenon like the people who lined up for Bob Barker's last days. The Ceramics Club from Skokie, Illinois loves you Bob and so does the 144th Bomber Unit from Camp Pendleton. And they all have the t-shirts to prove it. So when I I see eight overweight retards camping out on Beverly Blvd, wearing t-shirts that say, Pompano Beach Rotary Club Loves Bob Barker, I think to myself, the price is definitely not right. The Price is Wrong, Bob. The price is definitely wrong.