Laura Bush's diary

Laura Bush’s Diary January 31, 2009

W and I had a good laugh today. It turns out that President Obama’s brother George got arrested for doing drugs and got in a lot of trouble. So W called up his brother Jeb and did that laugh the fat retard kid does on the Simpson’s:”AH-HA.” I don’t think Jeb thought that was all that funny.

Hillary called to let us know what was going on. She wanted to ask W some questions about some of the players in the Middle East and to get his impressions of what they were really like in the real world outside of the political process. I agreed to be the go between because of our close friendship in the Sisterhood of the Traveling First Ladies Underpants. W wrote out some ideas and I passed them on to Hill so she could read them before her first trip out to the Middle East. But a strange thing happened. I kept trying to call her and kept getting a busy signal. So I finally emailed her to ask what was going on. She replied that it was nothing to worry about; it was just Bill tying up the phone. Ever since he saw the picture of Jessica Simpson where she gained a few pounds he has been on the horn trying to call her. I declare what a horn dog. W would never do that. It’s not in his nature. Plus he knows if he tried something like that I would snap it off and wear it as a charm on my wrist bracelet.

Everything I know I learned from TV shows.

Snooty Colleger Professor: I just don't understand why you persist in talking about her as though she is attractive. She is not. She is fat. Don't you see that.
The Fatman: Who is she talking about?
Jake: Jessica Simpson.
The Fatman: What the fuck? You think she's fat, I'll show you fat. Take a look over here!
Jake: That's not fat. That's a chubby.
Snooty College Professor: No, that's a little chubby.
(Jake and the Fatman, 1987)

Hey here is a reprise of how to make Trooper Yorks spicy Balls. So you can try it and make a freakin' sandwich and change your vote.

Here’s a simple meatball recipe.

1 lb of chop meat1 lb of veal
1 lb of ground pork
8 garlic cloves
1 cup of bread crumbs
½ cup of pecorino Romano cheese
1 head of parsley
5 eggs

Mix the meats in a bowl till they are as scrambled as Hugh Hefner’s wits. Then break the eggs like Hillary would break Bills balls now that they lost and mix them into the meat. Clean and chop up the garlic into little pieces like Michele does to Baracks balls whenever he has an independent thought. Mix the minced garlic in the meat. Squish it around like a Democrat Congressman talking about the war so it’s nice and squishy. Then add the breadcrumbs.

Also clean and chop the parsley, remember to leave off the stems which can be bitter (like those broads you meet late at night at the bar talking about their ex-husbands, you know like McCain’s first wife). Drop the parsley in the mix. Mix up that mess until everything is combined in one hot mess.

Take some out and roll it in your palms like you were rubbing up a baseball to make a round ball approximately the size of a spaldeen (a rubber ball used in stoop ball you hicks). Make sure it sticks together with enough breadcrumbs. It should stick together like Vito Fossella and that slutty Army bitch.

Place it in a frying pan and fry under a low flame turning often so all sides brown. Eat at least two of them out of the frying pan. Plop the rest of them in the red sauce to give it flavor. Enjoy.

Do not anger the Queen.

Queen Elizabeth I: To be a Queen is to be less than human, to put pride before desire, to search Men's hearts for tenderness, and find only ambition. To cry out in the dark for one unselfish voice, to hear only the dry rustle of papers of state. To turn to one's beloved with stars for eyes and have him see behind me only the shadow of the executioner's block. A queen has no hour for love, time presses, and events crowd upon her, and her shell, an empty glittering husk, she must give up all the a woman holds most dear.
Mistress Margaret Radcliffe: But you are still the Queen. Men grovel at you feet. Even the fops and nancys.

Queen Elizabeth 1: SHUT UP FATSO!!!!!!!!!

(The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex 1939)

Hey some people have both a reading and a seeing comprehension problem.

Well guys and dolls you old pal Trooper York has been accused of only showing the idealized female form on his blog. I think you all know what I think is the idealized female form and what side of the scale it falls on. I guess some people don't understand what the hell they are looking at.

Anyway as Jennifer Hudson would say, kisses baby.

The Duke knew what he was smelling.

Angie Lowe: Anyway, I don't believe a dog can smell Indians. Haven't you ever been to a 7-11.
I mean, as different from anyone else. You and me, for instance.
Hondo Lane: Well they can. As a matter of fact, Indians can smell white people.
Angie Lowe: I don't believe it.
Hondo Lane: Well it's true. I'm part Indian and I can smell you when I'm downwind of you.
Angie Lowe: That's impossible.
Hondo Lane: No, it isn't impossible, Mrs. Lowe. You baked today. I can smell fresh bread on you. Sometime today, you cooked with salt pork. Smell that on you, too. You smell all over like soap: you took a bath. And, on top of that, you smell all over like a woman. I could find you in the dark, Mrs. Lowe, and I'm only part Indian.
(Hondo, 1853)

Now what makes this hilarious is what actually happened on the movie set. The actress Geraldine Page was a New York Theater actress making her first western. And she had the unfortunate habit of not bathing. Also reputedly really bad teeth. Irish girl teeth if you know what I mean. She was banging all the key grips and camera guys on the set and causing all kinds of trouble. And she smelled bad. Real bad. In the hot western sun. Like an oyster po-boy left on a bench on the bayou.

So the writer put this little bit of dialogue in as an inside joke. John Farrow the director said that when the Duke said that with a straight face it was the most impressive feat of acting prowess he had ever seen.

Hey even though Titus say's he loves fish nobody seems to like the oyster po-boy.

Even though Titus says he likes the fish instead of the meat, the poor oyster po-boy sandwich is lagging behind in our poll. Of course Meade said he voted for it and that he also loves to stick his tongue right in that fishy sandwich, but he is just doing that to curry favor with the ladies.

He is quite shameless.

Anyway here is an oyster po-boy recipe.

This oyster po' boy would also be delicious with Come Back Sauce instead of mayonnaise.
Ingredients:
1 quart oysters
3 large eggs
3 cups cornmeal
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon Cajun Seasoning
1 teaspoon black pepper
4 French bread rolls, about 6-inches each, or 2 baguettes, cut in half crosswise
2 medium tomatoes
shredded lettuce
mayonnaise or Come Back Sauce
dill pickle slices
salt and pepper
Preparation:In a medium bowl, beat the eggs; stir in oysters and let stand for 5 minutes.
In a large food storage bag, combine the cornmeal, flour, 1 1/2 teaspoons salt, Cajun seasoning, and 1 teaspoon pepper.
Take an oyster from the beaten egg, let excess drip off, and toss in the bag. Shake until well coated. Repeat with remaining oysters.
Fry the oysters in batches for about 3 minutes, or until golden brown.
Split 1 roll or section; spread with mayonnaise or Come Back Sauce.
On the bottom of the roll, arrange layers of shredded lettuce, oysters, tomato slices, and sliced pickles. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Repeat with remaining rolls, oysters, and filling ingredients. Enjoy!

(About.com Southern cooking)

The Duke knew what he was talking about.

Hondo Lane: That dog don't take to pettin', son.
Johnnie Lowe: She's a nice doggie....owe she bit me.
Hondo Lane: Consider yourself lucky. She could have commented on your blog.
(Hondo, 1953)

Hey maybe we can do Blogging Bathtub Heads as a new Feature.

Hey today's gratuitous bath tub photo is of that famous Hungarian whore Zsa Zsa Gabor wearing jewels in her tub. I thought maybe we could do a blogging heads feature like with that Huffington twat but Zsa Zsa demurred.

See I look at other peoples websites too. Hee, hee.

Celebrity camel toe corner has another mouseketeir.

Celebrity camel toe corner has another mouseketeer. Here is Christina Aguilera before she was blonde.

M-I-C....see your camel toe.....K-E-Y......why, because we love it.....M-O-U-S-E.....exactly what we need for a pickme up on a cold Saturday Morning.

Oh yeah baby you can do it. You can get all that meat in your mouth you know you can!

Oh yeah baby. You know you want it. Don't worry, just open wide. It will fit you never mind. That's it, you can take it all. You love this meat don't you. Oh yeah baby.

Jessica Simpson is starting to look a lot better.

Lookin' good Jessica. I can almost forgive banging a Cowboy. Now you have something to hold onto you know what I mean. Nice.

Hey isn't it bad enough that Philly beat the Giants, do they have to win the pool too!

Start with good beef. Pat’s uses sliced rib-eye. Jim’s uses USDA choice top round western steer beef.
Shave the beef very thin so it cooks quickly and remains tender.
Use a fresh high quality Italian roll - Amoroso’s is a favorite.
Decide if you want your steak with or without fried onions.
Decide if you want a steak or a cheesesteak. If you elect a cheesesteak you need to decide on American cheese, provolone or the Philly favorite "cheez whiz."
Any add-ons? Mushrooms, peppers, pizza sauce, tomatoes? You decide. It’s your sandwich.
Start to cook. Sauté the onions, peppers and mushrooms until soft.
Fry your steak until brown but not crispy or burned. You can mix in the fried vegetables now or add them at the end.
If you elect American cheese or provolone place the cheese on the meat until slightly melted. If you choose Cheez Whiz just smear it on the roll.
Place the roll over the meat/cheese/vegetables and scoop it into the sandwich.
Garnish your sandwich with pizza sauce, hot or sweet peppers or pickles as you choose.
Enjoy your Philadelphia cheesesteak.
Tips:
Using the best beef available is the key.
Don't overcook the ingredients.
If you don't cook, go to Pat's, Geno's or Jim's. Which one is best? It's a regular Philadelphia debate.

By John Fischer Aboutdotcom Philladelphia/South Jersey.

So AJ what do you say? This is your native cuisine. Is this the real deal or what?

Hey just sayn'

When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cause you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cause your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cause like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,
Cause you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky it's ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cause you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,
Cause you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps

(Amy Winehouse, Fuck me pumps)

That's a spicy meatball!!!!

How can the great meatball sandwich be lagging so far behind in my poll. I made a big pot of meatballs this Christmas. I made it the old school way with beef, veal and pork and made about 100 meatballs that everyone went to town on with the meal. Then we had great meatball sandwiches for the next couple of days. I even had one for breakfast.

Damn, I love a good meatball hero.

Idol In Salt Lake City

Well the auditions for American Idol were too lengthy to comment on each and every contestant. So here are some highlights.

First up was one of the Osmond spawn. He brought on his dad who was one of the original Osmond brothers. Nicki or Margene I forget which one. Well both the father and son have MS and they tried to tug on our heart strings for a while and it was really uncomfortable. The dad was crying and blubbering and did everything but link to his sons blog. That’s too low rent even for the Osmond’s. He got through as a legacy pick.
Plus Randy banged both Donny and Marie back in the day. So he owes them

Next up is a big girl who dresses Goth and is really bad. It is sad really but they are gentle with her and even so she doesn’t take it well. I think there will be a lot of pins stuck in a Simon doll tonight.

Then there is this dude with his friend in a rabbit suit and the less said about that the better. I felt like I was in a live action Tales from Amy’s Garden.

There is this hippie single mom chick named Meghan who can sing a bit and gets through on quirkiness. You know this whole season seems to be rewarding quirkiness and I am bored.

The rest of the Salt Lake City Auditions sucked pretty badly. I mean there was this hippie chick with dirty feet that might make the final ten but other than that not much to write home about.

More to come. (that was last years losers)

Titus, do you know what they make a Cuban sandwich out of?

Titus was dissing the oyster sandwich so I want to show him what a spicy little Cuban looks like. Of course I bet he knows..

This spicy pulled pork sandwich is of course made of hog.

So to speak.

It almost made the cut for the sandwich poll. I guess that makes it cut hog.

Hoosier Daddy you are killing me man!

Hooiser Daddy had to go mention Joanna Cassidy in Blade Runner. Man you are killing me.

Let me tell you she really knows how to handle a snake.

Here she is as I see her in my dreams carrying a condom.

Jeez I have to post more sandwich photos.

Tales From Amy's Garden, Ghost in the Machine edition.

Fiver: There's something very queer about the warren this evening

Hazel: Is it dangerous?

Fiver: It's not exactly danger, it's... oh, I don't know. Something oppressive... like thunder.

Bigwig: I feel it too. The lady in the cottage seems to be very happy lately. She was talking to herself and said she was getting a lot more traffic.
Hazel: What does that mean? I mean is she a freeway?
Fiver: No I am pretty sure you have to pay one way or another.

Bigwig: She just looks out the window and goes “Heh” all the time. Then she types away on her little book with the lights inside.
Hazel: What is that thing? Is it some kind of machine?
Bigwig: I think so. It is her second most favorite.

Hazel: Which one does she like better? She always seems to be using that one.
Bigwig: I think it is the one she keeps in the drawer next to her bed. She takes it out and I hear it run for hours and hours. It even has a name.
Fiver: What name is that?

Bigwig: I think she calls it Bissage. And it is wonderful.
Hazel: I don’t like machines. I prefer rabbits. Even if they aren’t so wonderful.
(Watership Down, 1972)

Gratuitous Bathtub Photo askes would you like to PETA her or what?

Gratuitous Bath Photo asks would you like to PETA her or what?

Yes that is the grand doyen of the animal rights movement Bridgette Bardot. I mean I know she says she hates fur and all but I bet she's got the full Oscar Gamble going on down there you know what I am talking about?

Lawgiver likes the Points and I hate to agree with a Cowboy fan but he is right.

Hey Lawgiver says take the Cardinals and take the points and I have to agree. I think the Steelers are ripe for an upset. When THE STILL WORLD CHAMPION NEW YORK GIANTS UNTIL SUNDAY played the Steelers, they really didn't impress me that much. The Cards receivers are great and Warner has been there before.

Plus there is the Gary Busey factor. I always bet against guys that have been in motorcycle accidents and I think Ben Roethlisberger is way overrated. So it should be a good game.

I will not be watching as I will be busy selling ladies bloomers.

Laura Bush's Dairy

Laura Bush’s Diary January 30, 2009

So George got an email last night from President Obama. He just wanted to touch base and asked a couple of questions. He opened one of the drawers in the credenza in the Oval Office and found a case of condoms and a bottle of lube and a bunch of hand towels and a bottle of stain remover and wanted to know what that was all about. W told him that it was a tradition for every President to add something to the Oval Office for future chief executives to use in times of stress.

Jimmy Carter left a Bible in the left hand drawer of the desk. JFK left his little black book in the center drawer. Although that is really only for historical reasons as most of the bim’s in the book are eighty. Reagan left a bottle of Grecian formula in case you started going too grey. And President Clinton left his little drawer full of condoms and lube with the stain remover. Just in case.

Anyway, President Obama asked if George could help get some Republicans to help with his stimulus package as they were not at all receptive to the bill. W asked me what I thought and I told him. It is his job now and he has to make the decisions and get ready for the reaction. So that’s what George wrote him. Oh and he sent him this picture just to warn him. You see, everybody is going to be pissed off at him. So get used to it.

Oh and George left him a bag of pretzels. Hee, hee.

Driving Eddie Curry

Eddie Curry: Davie?
Dave the limo driver: Yes'm.
Eddie Curry: You're my best friend.
Dave the limo driver: No, go on Eddie.
Eddie Curry: No, really, you are... [Takes Davie's hand]
Eddie Curry: You are.
Dave the limo driver: Yes'm. So where am I driving you?
Eddie Curry: To the airport Davie. They shot my baby’s momma
Dave the limo driver: Oh my God, that’s terrible. Do they know who did it?
Eddie Curry: They think it was one of the other baby daddy’s. They don’t know if it is number two baby daddy or number six.
Dave the limo driver: Don’t they have names?
Eddie Curry: I guess they do. But my baby momma wasn’t too good with names. I told her to get Trojans and she got Projans at the 99 cents store and the condom broke. That’s why she is my baby’s momma. And now they killed her Davie. Right in front of my son.
Dave the limo driver: That’s terrible Eddie. You have had a really tough year.
Eddie Curry: I am glad to hear you say that. Davie?
Dave the limo driver: Yeah Eddie.
Eddie Curry: Touch it Davie. Touch it for my baby’s momma cause she ain’t here to do it.
(Driving Eddie Curry, 2008)

The new poll is chugging along nicely.

The poll is moving along nicely but there is no love for the oyster po-boy. I guess the crowd that hangs around here likes to eat the meat. So to speak.

I think I am having hot dogs for lunch.

Celebrity Camel Toe goes to the Underworld.

Today's celebrity Camel Toe goes to the Underworld and strangely enough it does not involve Victoria Gotti. Who would of thunk it.

Here one of your favorite little vampires Kate Beckinsale is out an about with her camel toe leading the way.

Hey meat or fish baby?

OK here is our new poll. What is your favorite sandwich? You know the one if you have one to take to the game and you have your choice you will wrap up in the wax paper and bring it to the stadium with a couple of brewski's. Now assume that it will be hot because there is a stand right outside so there is no issue as to the taste. The one when you go up to your buddy's tailgate party that you ask for.

Which is your favorite out of these four taste treats:

The Meatball parmigiana hero.

The Philly Cheese steak hero.

Hot Pastrami on Rye.

The Oyster Po-boy.

Chew on that one for a while.

Celebrity Camel Toe Corner, Here's looking at you kid.

Today's celebrity camel toe corner is something for the Dolls (and Zach and Titus) with a little moose knuckle. Here Bogie is off to get a cigarette and a scotch before diving back in the pool.

He was seldom photographed in swimming attire as he was very sensitive about his webbed feet.

Today's gratuitous bathtub photo takes us back to the 1930's

Today's gratuitous bath tub photo is of the great Hollywood Star Claudette Colbert. Miss Colbert was famous for many things. Her fabulous movies with the likes of Henry Fonda and Clarke Gable. Her smokey sexual style.

And her two most distinguishing features. Her starling eyes that you could fall in and never come out.

And her extremely disturbing aureoles which kinda looked like deformed bagels.

We have a winner!!

Hey Barbara Eden won in all her many faces. The final score was:

Barbara I Deam of Jeanie Eden 17

Wrangler Jane 10

Donna from Left Wing 8

Marilyn Munster 7

You see Meade, I didn't fix it, my candidate lost again.

Did you ever get in the wrong crowd and want to ease your way out of it.

Did you ever get in with the wrong crowd and have to ease your way out of it? I mean you are making an argument and you think you are doing OK but the other people who agree with you jump in and it starts to get ugly. I mean they jump in with ugly stories and jokes that are just not funny and undermine your whole position.

Oh here's Zach Sire and Pallidan's wedding photo.

Just too busy for a recap.

Just a little too busy for a full recap of yesterday and todays Idol auditions, but I will take care of it later in the week.

Don't judge me bitch.

Hey Jeanie is running away with it.

Hey Barbara Eden has run away with the poll. There is still three hours left in the poll so you can vote for my favorite Marilyn from the Munsters.

These tennis babes.

They don't know if they want to pop in or pop out.

But we are glad they are around. They class up the joint.

Early 80's fashions might be coming back.

Hunter: Can you imagine what it's like to sit there for two days and answer personal questions about your sex life?

Dee Dee: Yeah, it's like that every time I go to visit my mother.

Hunter: Well maybe you shouldn't dress like a whore.

Dee Dee: What's the matter with the way I dress?

(Hunter, 1984)

I just keep getting Emails.

I want to thank all of our commenter's who are emailing photo's to help us along here at Trooper
York. I hope you follow all of the other blogs in my blog role as they are some of the best on the internet.

For those of you who follow Blake's great blog the Bit Maelstrom, you will know that Blake is sort of a Hollywood insider who often meets stars in his everyday life in sunny Southern California. He comes by this honestly as he helped work his way through college in the movie biz.

Here he is on the set of the Bionic Man with Lindsey Wagner and Lee Majors. Boy Blake was a real hippie back then.

That's what lawyers are good for you know.

New York Post Weird but True January 27, 2009

His defense stunk to high heaven.
A mistrial was declared in a San Diego courtroom when a defendant smeared feces on his lawyer and then flung excrement at the jury box.
"The jury didn't even see it coming," said prosecutor Christopher Lawson.
Weusi McGowan, 37, is on trial for a home invasion.

I will let you make your own jokes.

Hey Titus you have to careful even when you get sushi.

New York Post Weird but True (January 27, 2009)

Why would you want to eat this in the first place?
Seven people were hospitalized in Japan after eating blowfish testicles that had been prepared by an unauthorized chef.
People who prepare the poisonous delicacy must be licensed after extensive training.

Camel Toe Corner will show you where Tony Romo keeps his playbook.

Now you know where Tony Romo's head is at. In Jessica Simpson's camel toe.

The New York Post had a mean cartoon about her today. I figured I would let you check out the camel toe to even the playing field so to speak.

Fess up, you want to see a beaver in our Gratuitous Bathtub Photo not a raccoon?

Fess up, you want to see a beaver in our Gratuitous Bathtub Photo not a raccoon?

Here old Fess Parker is soaking away after a hard day on the set as Daniel Boone. But even in the bathtub he stills likes to have a coonskin cap on his head.

Man that is a cool hat. I bought one in Canada and wore it today in the snow. I got a lot of strange looks on the Long Island Railroad.

Laura Bush's Diary

Laura Bush’ Diary January 27, 2009

I woke up this morning to hear W cursing and muttering which is very unusual for him because ever since he was born again he has been very straight laced. I got to find him in front of the computer. W has gotten into reading the blog’s and I think it might be a bad thing. They seem to get him all agitated.

I asked him what was the matter and he told me he had read where Robert Reich that midget guy said that Obama had to make sure that the money from the stimulus package would not go to “white construction workers.” W got really upset because he hates it when people use quota’s, it is one of his pet peeves. So I had to calm him down and remind him about what Hillary had told me about him.

I took out this picture of the Clinton cabinet. You see Bill was such a sexual voyeur that he was extremely jaded and constantly tried to find more outré sexual combinations. So he decided to recreate the cast of Todd Browning's movie “Freaks” in his Cabinet for wild sexual orgies in Camp David and during Renaissance weekend. Donna Shala was the bearded lady. Vince Foster was the skeleton man. Bill Richardson was the Human Worm. And of course Robert Reich was the midget ring master. Lanny Davis once told me his fondest memory was that day when the whole cabinet ran at him naked singing "We accept him! We accept him! One of us! One of us! Gooble gobble, gooble gobble! One of us! One of us!”

Once W heard that he calmed down. He knew what Robert Reich thought didn’t matter a whole lot. We knew he didn’t want to give all his money to white construction workers. He wanted to give some to cowboys and motorcycle cops and Indian chiefs. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

The Duke knew what he was talking about

Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: Mon-sewer, you may not live long enough to hang.

(The Comencheros, 1961)

Let's keep the party going!

Hey, yo kids! (What's up!)

Remember when I used to be dope?

(Yeah...)I owned a pocketful of fame...

(But look what you're doin' now!)I know, well I knowI lost touch with reality,

now my personality

Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)

Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin

on the micSix million ways

I used to run it

I guess Oscar Goldman got mad

Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)

I be the Mother Goose with the eggs

That seem to be...

[Fallin'...]

(Sister Sledge)

The poll remains the same dudes!

All the precincts are reporting and Barbara Eden has the white vote, the black vote and the Jewish vote. Well Sammy called in his vote so that is a twofer. Barbara Eden still has the lead.

I am working on my next poll and will be taking suggestions.

I was thinking about this one:

The Older Sister you wanted to bang the most:

Thelma from Good Times
Marcia Brady
Mary from Little House on the Prairie
Erin Walton.

Of course this was when it was age appropriate.

Stop emailing photos dude, too much information.

You better you better you bet.

I call you on the telephone my voice too rough with cigarettes.

I sometimes thing I should just go home but I'm dealing with a memory

that never forgets

I love to hear you say my name

especially when you say yes

I got your body right now on my mind

and I drunk myself b-lind

to thesound of old T-RexTo the sound of old T-Rex - who's next?

When I say I love you you say you better

You better you better you bet

When I say I need you

you say you better

You better you better you bet

You better bet your life

Or love will cut you like a knife

I want those feeble minded axes overthrown

I'm not into your passport picture

I just like your nose

You welcome me with open arms and open legs

I know only fools have needs but this one never begs

I don't really mind how much you love me

A little is really alright

When you say come over and spend the night

Tonight!

Single White Female, MVP Edition (Most Vulnerable Pussy)

Derek Jeter: I know you weren't yourself when you did this, Alex. A-Rod: I know, I was YOU.
Derek: Hey man, you have to be yourself. Don’t worry the fans will like you if you bust your hump. Even Mr.Torre will start to respect you.
A-Rod: I hate myself.
Jorge Posada: Join the club homey.
A-Rod:What?
(Single White Female, 2009)

Hey "Life on Mars" is back on TV this week.

Hey "Life on Mars" one of my favorite new shows is back on this week. As you may recall it is the story of a modern day cop who gets bonked on the coconut and wakes up in 1973. The fashions and the cars and the attitude is just out of sight. With Harvey Keitel as the lieutenant whose solution to any problem is to take a swig from his pocket flask and beat the shit out of someone. Ah, the good old days.

Catch it, you will have a lot of fun.

(Also starring Christopher of the Sopranos as Ambrose Burnside)

Todays Gratuitous Bathtub Scene, Frosty is getting ready to wash his frozen balls.

Today's Gratuitous Bathtub Scene, Frosty is getting ready to wash his frozen balls. We are supposed to get a lot of snow in Brooklyn and I hate that. Unlike a lot of you guys who live in snow land, a little snow grinds the city to a halt. Hopefully the weather people are wrong as usual.