Great job by Producer Tom, tonight was back to back woo-tards for guests, the first a male with some cockamamie woo about a mind virus named wetiko that has infected everybody, the second a lady named Nancy who was a lawyer who has died 3 times and lived to tell the tale, tall tales, about her Near Death Experiences and such.
An old woman caller, because nobody under 65 other than that shitstain Mike will call in, told Nancy and George her story - Alice or whatever old lady name you want to give her, died when she was a young girl, she was on the operating table and flat lined and left her body, but her Grandma on the other side told her she must return to her body so she did but she said it forever changed her life and of course how she looks at death. Nancy agreed whole-heartedly. Alice lost her son this past summer but she wasn't shocked because she knew it was going to happen a week before. No, doctors hadn't told her her son's death was imminent. Noory asked how? Alice matter of factly replied 'the crow told me'. lol wtf this perked my ears up.
Alice explained that her near death experience as a child gave her the ability to talk to animals and for them to talk to her. Imagine Alice in her kitchen washing dishes in the sink, a big black crow lands outside on her window sill and taps the glass for Alice to lift the window open which Alice does. 'Crow what business do you have with me?' 'Lady, I bring you tidings of sorrow today, in a week your son Arnold will pass away.' 'Oh dear, well thank you Crow for preparing me. And here's some stale bread crusts for you and the missus. Good day Crow!'
Soon after Louise calls in. Noory lets Nancy know that Louise is Cleopatra reincarnated and asks Nancy if she believes in reincarnation to which she answers most definitely. Louise repeats the story she told the last time. Her first love Cassius Clay, Muhammad Ali, had recently visited her in spirit form and held her tightly and assured her everything will be fine and she has lots left to do in this lifetime. Noory jokingly said 'Of course you do, like calling into this show!'
A darkened bedroom, an elderly black woman, LOUISE, is asleep.
The sound of the creek of a door, the bedroom door opens a crack allowing a sliver of light to fall upon the bed and LOUISE.
LOUISE sits bolt upright in bed, she is wearing a full nightgown and a hair bonnet, frightened pulls her blanket up to her chin.
LOUISE: WHO DERE? WHO IDDIT?
The ghostly figure of a black man approaches the bed and sits close to LOUISE. He is Cassius Clay who became Muhammad Ali.
CASSIUS CLAY: Don't be afraid my love. It's me, Cassius.
LOUISE: Can it really be you Cassius my first love? I'm blind now, I can't sees you.
Cassius leans towards LOUISE and takes her in his arms.
LOUISE: IT IS YOU DEAR SWEET CASSIUS. YOU WERE THE ONLY MAN EVER TO TAKE ME INTO HIS ARMS. STILL SO STRONG DARLING CASSIUS EVEN DOH YOU DAID!
CASSIUS CLAY: Of course it's me dear Louise. We was each other's first love remember dat in Louisville? We was just 13. You was a prim and proper young lady and I respected that.
LOUISE: Yes you did. You were a perfect Southern gentleman my sweet Cassius Clay.
CASSIUS CLAY: We old now tho Louise. I'm dead and you will be too soon. I never got to see yo' titties when we was 13. Please show me dem titties Louise.
LOUISE blushes and giggles.
LOUISE: You're a rascal Cassius but we ain't chidrins any more. You can has a look.
LOUISE long bony old fingers begin opening her nightgown revealing her saggy deflated breasts.
CASSIUS CLAY: I love dem stringy titties Miss Louise. Can I suck on 'em?
LOUISE: hee hee Please do my love.
