Hey, pretty baby. It's Dean Martin.
Yeah, the real Dean Martin. You're right. I'm dead. This is the ghost of Dean Martin comin' at you cats.
What? Haven't you seen the commercials for Pulse?
Anyway, I'm here because a bunch of the other guys at the bar I haunt have all gotten on here and they said that a hepcat like myself would do well to make the scene to press the flesh with the kids, dig?
I think you know all about me and my career. Great songs like That's Amore, You're Nobody Til' Somebody Loves You, Volare, and Inamoratta have come off these lips while fine gin martinis were passing in the opposite direction. Speaking of martinis, have you met Tiki yet? He makes some killer see-throughs. He says bring in this coupon and he'll fix you up some good times.