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DAVID LEE ROTH Crazy From The Heat (Warner Bros.) Cookouts in the Year of the Weenie were always fun and this one was proving no exception: Gene Rayburn was there; Art James too, Richard Dawson was smooching everyone in sight and having it all videotaped, seems he had some big deal going with a vid-bootlegger in Iran; Charles Nelson Reilly, eyes all atwinkle, was brandishing braided whips composed entirely of blonde human hair in each slug-like hand as he nervously extolled the eco-biologic impact of Paul Newman's latest culinary incursion—designer beets—other celebs and cherubs were huddled about in a great anticipatory puddle anxiously awaiting the arrival of the great god Monty, whose Lear Jet was presently screaming through the skies over the Midwest with the great god himself safely tucked away inside grinning and nudging a herd of doom-nymphs as he titillated them with sexridden sin tales of what just EXACTLY went on behind Door No. 4, all the while in the back of his mind trying to deal with the idea of this cookout he was being whisked away to.