The most common thought was that he was thinking about the Christmas season. I really don't know, I guess he just blanked. More people than I would expect suggest he was tired of it and just threw the game because that answer made no sense whatsoever and he was at a nice round 75 shows and 2.5 million dollars. I don't believe that but he did look kind of tired and not himself the last couple days. On Monday's show I believe the 2nd place person actually "buzzed in" first more often than Ken, which never happens, but that guy bet it all on a daily double and missed and took himself out of the game. Today really Ken looked alright, he only missed three questions I believe, but two of them were daily doubles and then he missed final jeopardy... and that's all she wrote. They tape two weeks of shows on consecutive days...maybe it was the second day of tapings in a row and he was just tired.

http://www.cinemonkey.com/reviews/turturro/qsbooth.jpg

The best picture in 1955....was On the Waterfront.

They tape 10 shows in 2 days. I think it's usually a Tues/Wed or Wed/Thurs setup. They tape one week of shows in one day.... I believe they tape three in the "morning" session, take a lunch break, come back and tape the other 2 for the week. In Ken's case he'd go back to the motel, get back up the next morning for the second day of tapings, and they'd tape the next week, 3 in the morning and 2 in the afternoon. That'd be it for that week of tapings and he'd go home....

They had a good story about it on Nightline tonight. Ken showed them around and gave them an interview... he showed the motel he stayed at every week, it wasn't anything special at all. I guess the first time you go out there you have to pay your own way for everything. For returning champions they'd pay for your airfare, but Ken was responsible for paying for motel, rental car, etc. the entire time....

FAX has dedicated and complete appreciation for the female form, thank you very much, Mr. Taco John. Unfortunately for both of us, the muse of acknowledging abmormally small packages has visited. It's sort of an anthropological thing.

Ergo ...

There once was a Taco named John
Who was all Internet bluster and brawn
But in the real world
He was more like a girl
‘Cause his nuts were completely withdrawn

FAX

There once was a poster named Jenson
Who maliciously smacked other men-son
He thought he was funny
But he was Taco's honey
And he was no comedian-son

FAX

Thank God for ignore. Who wants to read dumbassed limericks about penises?

seriously the limericks are old.

I hesitate to disagree with you, Mr. David., but these are brand new limerics.

FAX

ROFL

I find it interesting that it is only you that wishes to ignore the limerics about your absurdly miniscule penis. In fact, Planet limeric lovers have indicated an appreciation of my efforts.

Nevertheless, if other Planeteers wish FAX to never pen another limeric about Taco John's disturbingly tiny member, I will bow to their desires and hereby pledge to cease forever.

FAX

I find it interesting that it fills up your mouth just fine.

I'm pretty slow on the trigger... all that cutting and pasting...

That is just plain nasty. Well, you've forced my hand.

There once was a donkey named Taco
Who thought FAX should go take a walk-o
He went on the attack
By talking weak smack
To stop poems about his small stalk-o

FAX

wondering if he's still on Taco's ignore list ...

There once was a Taco named John
Whose luck with a call girl was gone
When she found that his wienie
Was thin as linguini
She said, “My offer is hereby withdrawn!”

FAX

... still wondering ...

There once was a donkey named Taco
Who thought he was the big guy on the block-o
He paid a call girl for biz
Who said, “Is that all there is?
Are you sure you don’t just want to talk-o?”

FAX