Deep thoughts.....by Titus

I had a dream last night.

I was in the Thanksgiving day parade and I was walking. I was holding a rope along with all of the other straighties who get steroids with me at the gym. We were holding it down so it wouldn't float away.

It was a giant hog.

It was a dream.

tits

You never know who will walk in!

So one of the girls we are using for the show is the sister of Paul Warfield.

She told us how proud she was of him and his being a star on the undefeated Miami Dolphins team.

 I told her that he was very lucky.

That they never played the Giants.

 Did I tell you lately that the Giants won the Super Bowl.

In the bag.

The wife wants to buy this bag as a present to herself for filming the show. I can't tell you how much it costs because Sixty Grit and AllenS would come to New York and kick the crap out of me. But she deserves it. Just saying.

Born to be wild.

This is the new motorcycle jacket that we have high hopes for since we have featured it in the show. I only made about twenty of them so I am sure to sell them out this spring.

Deep thoughts....by Titus

Titus said...

 What did you guys think of Jolie's leg?

 I thought it was totally slutty and I loved it.

She was saying to the world, "you want to fuck me don't you, well here is my leg".

 tits.

It's good to be king.

But every once in a while you should check your look. Just to make sure it is in style. Just sayn'

Which way did the junkie go George?

"Look you are cute and all and you have a record deal but I can't be with you anymore. I know you like to write songs about me but I prefer the junkie. I mean he can't sing for shit but he is a better guitar player. And he has better drugs. Plus he doesn't do that Hari Krishna shit. I mean if you keep that up you are going to end up answering phones in Delhi. So see ya later." "Wait a minute is your guitar crying?"

Whose that girl?

Well ChipS wants to guess who she was since nobody even ventured a guess that was anywhere near close. It seems that Dracula has her well in hand. She is a handful. Actually two handfuls. Whose that girl?

Dawn of the Fred

We thought we had seen it all with the Flintstones. The affair between Wilma and Dino. That dirty slut Betty Rubble. Barney shooting smack and falling asleep on the toilet. But what really ended the show was when a Zombie came over to the set and bit Fred.

So we have a new series.

Dawn of the Fred.
(Joseph Barbara, The E True Hollywood Story of the Zombie Flintstones)

Seven Macho's Luche Libre Theatre

"Merry Christmas. It is muy. The Seven Machos. I must tell you what to think. Here come to me my dear. I must browbeat you into submission."

Deep thoughts....by Titus

Titus said...

I believe there should be an award for best tits, supporting tits, tit editing, tit special effects, tit ensemble cast and foreign tits and cartoon tits.

 tits.

Marilyn's Diary

I loved Grandpa but he didn't have a lot of time for me. He was busy with his own pursuits. He spent most of his time down at the bus station.

As a vampire he could only come out at night. He loved the nightlife. He loved to boogie. He loved to get down.

He also loved to go down.

He finally accepted that he was gay very late in life. When he was around 1,985 years old. And then he had bad luck. When he finally came out the AIDS thing hit. He went to the vampire doctors and they couldn't figure it out. It was like he went on a diet or something. All the blood he was sucking was very thin. He got skinnier and skinnier.

Finally he moved to New York to work in the Fashion Industry.

He is happy now..

Oscar Dress talk

Octavia Spencer had a beautiful gown from Tadashi which was a line that we used to carry. When we opened the store we approached them to buy some of their gowns for the store. In our second year of operation we were approximately 40% of their plus sized sales in the United States.

You see they were just dipping their toe into plus and were using us as a test market. They eventually started selling to Saks and cut us out and said we weren't the right fit for them. Of course Saks has closed their plus sized boutique and only sell on-line now. And we are going to have a TV show. So maybe they might have made a boo boo.

Anyway we were supposed to have a trunk show with them. I didn't expect Mr. Tadashi to show up but I thought the salesman would come with a few samples. But they canceled the day before.

So I got the cook from the Chinese restaurant to fill in.

He didn't speak English either.

It worked out just fine.

One year ago today.......

Did you ever get the feeling.....

That we don't want to find out how Seven Macho's spends his weekends?

Hey Jude......thank you

Michael Haz made another stellar comment that deserves to be front paged.

St. Jude is often catagorized as the patron saint of Lost Causes but he is also the patron saint of hope which is how I see him. I pray for his intercession every Sunday and light a candle in the hope he will the sick members of our family and that he will help us do the right thing.  Michael tells a story that needs to told:


Michael Haz said...
Seeing some blog posts reliving what happened [number] of years ago today reminds me of two women I know.

Story One: Richelle and her husband Greg were our next-yard neighbors. Typical suburban couple; Greg had a pretty good job that enabled Richelle to stay home and raise their two sons. Although in her forties, Richelle often told us that the highlight of her life was the night she was homecoming queen at her small high school in Michigan's Upper Peninsula.

She just couldn't seem to let go of it. Eventually, she used the internet to track down her date from that evening, a high-school boyfriend whom she hadn't seen in two decades. They exchanged emails, then texts, then phone calls. Then she told her husband that she wanted half of everything they owned, he could keep custody of their sons, and she was going to move in with the old boyfriend. Divorce.

The old boyfriend moved to where we live and they rented an apartment, then bought a house. Her kids hated the guy. We met him and he was a total ass. They both began drinking heavily. She went into rehab; he moved back to where he came from. She followed him, had another bout of alcoholism, and another session of inpatient rehab. Their lives are a total mess.

Sometimes believing that nothing will ever be better than one night two decades ago turns into a guarantee that it, in fact, never will.

Or sometimes not, which brings me to Story Two:

Jen (not her real name because she's a twitter friend and others here will be able to identify her) is single and forty. We attend the same church; she is an utterly lovely woman. She radiates happiness.

Jen has never been married, although she has had several relationships that ended badly. She thought that perhaps the time to find a husband passed by.

Four years ago Jane decided to give up everything she was doing and put her future in God's hands. She had a truly spiritual awakening. She stopped going to bars, stopped chasing men, even became celibate. She became fully involved in re-building her inner life.

She got rid of most of her possessions, and moved into a smaller apartment. Paid off all her debts, worked two jobs, exercised, etc. And prayed several times every day, without fail.

Two years ago Jen "met" a man via twitter who had a similar story. Nate was single, had been in failed relationships, etc., and had pretty much given up on dating. He put his energy into completing grad school and working. And yes, Nate also had a spiritual awakening. He, too, put everything into God's hands.

They chatted and emailed for more than a year before finally meeting. They fell in love instantly. Not wanting to make a mistake, they went slowly, and saw each other every two or three months (they live several states apart).

Six months ago they decided that they were intended for each other. they both looked for jobs in a city where they thought they'd like to live. Both finally found jobs!

Jen gave me a big hug after Mass today. She's moving away Tuesday to that new city; Nate moved there last week.

I've seen them together when Nate came here to visit Jen. A more happy, loving and wonderful couple would be hard to find.

Jen doesn't believe that a particular day one year ago or one decade or even farther back ago was her best day. She believes that tomorrow will be the best day, always.

The past is gone; we cannot hold it. All we have is now and tomorrow, God willing.


I am dealing with a lot of people who have no religion every day. In fact they despise religion and religious people. I try not to hate them. I try not to scorn them. I ask St. Jude to help understand them and show them a better way by my poor example.

I just want to be humble and hope that in some small way I can do something that at least makes them think.

But I will really need St. Jude's help.

I guess the way to get more hits is to insult your commenters...you hockey pucks!

I have a little drivel. I made it what I say.
When it's dry and ready, then driverl I shall splay.
Oh drivel, drivel,drivel I made it what I say.
Oh drivel,drivel, drivel then drivel I shall splay.

Whose that Nun?

You will never guess. And I don't want you ladies to be catty about her best movie.

Her Dad was a better actor. Oh and it is not Jane Fonda.

But I am kind of fonda of her.

Whose that nun?

Do you ever get the feeling.....

That it would be terrible to be a puppet. In Wisconsin. It seems terrifying.

We are giving up rage for Lent......

But we are adding this to our list too.

We like Rick....he's not Satan.....Seriously

Panda's with Charlie

drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost,
 where's your room?
 you enter a bar to find yourself,
 order scotch and water.
 damned bar's sloppy wet,
it soaks part of one of your shirt sleeves.
 It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
 order a bottle of beer. Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress.
 she sits down, you buy her a beer,
 she stinks of swamps,
presses a leg against you. the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried,
he doesn't know if you're a cop, a killer,
 a madman or an Idiot. you ask for a vodka.
 you pour the vodka into the top of the beer bottle.
 It's one a.m. In a dead cow world. you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down,
 it tastes like machine oil. you leave Madame Death there,
 you leave the sneering bartender there.
 you have remembered where your room is.
 the room with the full bottle of wine on the dresser. the room with the dance of the roaches.
 Perfection in the Star Turd where love died laughing.

Well I ain't gonna pee in no cup!

Well I ain't gonna pee pee in no cup
Miss Nancy Reagan's gonna drink it up
Said yo Nancy, we just say no no no no no

Well go ahead and fire me from my job
 There's one little think you ain't gonna rob
 That's my freedom and my liberty
 Well I ain't gonna piss in no jar

Them evil peckerheads they gone too far
 I wouldn't pee in their mouths
 if they were dying of thirst

Yeah we gotta get rid of this evil curse
 I'm alive and I'm fighting this jive
 Everybody should go to Washington
 We can have ourselves a little fun

You know, they want our piss,
 I think we should give it to them
 Surround the White House with a urinary moat
 So Ronnie and Nancy will have to float on a boat

Get across the stinky, steaming yellow pee-pee sea,
oh You know Thomas Jefferson is going to be mighty pissed
When he finds out about this,
I said Come back from the dead,
Tom, sock 'em in the head

Why is everybody so afraid of drugs
 Man they afraid of what the drugs gonna do to us
 Well I ain't gonna pee pee in no cup
Miss Nancy Reagan's gonna drink it up 
Said yo Nancy, we just say no no no no no

Well go ahead and throw me in jail
 Ram hot spikes up my tail
 But you ain't gonna get a drop of no pee pee out of me
 I ain't gonna piss in no jar

You know Foghorn Leghorn wouldn't pee in no jar.
You know Patrick Henry didn't "Give me liberty or give me a urine sample" now did he?
Aw, we sure enough rockin' out, Skid. Huey Long wouldn't piss in no jar!
What's gonna be next, the doo doo police?

Whose that girl?

She is dressed like Queen Isabella but she is not. Although she did marry one of the most popular dago's of all time. Who was not a ballplayer. And she was held captive by a bunch of Chinamen once.

So whose that girl?

Deep Thoughts....By TItus

Titus said...

I had a black bean burrito last night and when I pinched my morning loaf there was a full black bean on the top of the pile this morning.

 I thought to myself I would like to contribute to the suffering and starvation in this world and pull the black bean off the pile and send it to those suffering in Syria. I bet that black bean could feed a family of 20.

This would be my small way to let the world know I care.

 tits.

I figured it out

So I thought about it a little and I prayed on it and I listened to good advice from people like Ruth Anne and I finally figured out what to do,

I am going to plant some seeds with some of the lower level members of the crew. Several of them are Catholics and were upset they couldn't go to get Ashes.

I am going to sidle up to them and in casual conversation say "Yeah I got to talk to my cousin Timmy. I wanted to call him to congratulate him when he got back from Rome. He was pretty pissed that we had to take off our ashes. I hope he doesn't say anything about it on Sunday. He was real disappointed in TLC. I mean they were the ones who had to say that wear the symbol of our faith during a holy day. It had to be them. I don't the producer would take it on himself. It's a shame."

Whose that author

TTBurnett said...

Windbag: Don't feel bad about your lack of travel.

 I've been abroad, and it's a terrible place.

Not safe for work commercial for handbags

What did you give up for Lent?

So what did you give up for Lent? Lisa gave up cursing. I gave up rage. I am calm and taking things one day at a time.

What did you give up for Lent?

I gave up rage for Lent?

But Christmas isn't that far away.

I talking to you Chuck!

"Chuck....where'our food? Don't make me come over there. I won't tell you again. Why are you out there larfing when my kibble dish is empty!"

Whose that girl?

She is not Audrey. She is not Bridgett. She is not Jean. She was of that era and starred in many a great horror flick. Whose that gir?

Deep thougts....By Titus

Titus said...

It's been 60 degrees out here in Boston.

The past two days.

It has been incredibly warm winter and I love it.

Tanky season is on it's way.

I love wearing a tanky and showing my guns.

tits.

Whose that author?

I've had a long time to make enemies, doctor. So many governments, business interests, even religious leaders that would like to see me depart this Earth. I'll grant them their wish soon enough. But before I do, I wish to make a small contribution. A final gesture of good will to the people of this little planet who have given—from whom I have taken—so much.

Black History Month.

Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. She was so sexy that she burned through your TV screen. She did Sammy Davis Jr. Dean Martin. Red Foxx. And one other guy.

But she did him so hard that he switched teams.

But he wrote a song about her.

We salute Lola Falana on "Black History Month."

You can't screw around with the big guy...just sayn'

So they made us wash off our ashes because they are communist athetist fucks and I very reluctantly complied. The show today was about a couple of girls who came in to try on clothes and ended up getting roped into posing in the window as live mannequins. Which we had done before so we were just repeating things from Lee Lee's history. Of course then it was some plus size model friends of ours in bathing suits but that is another story.

So they wanted to get a crowd reaction. You know see people walking by and taking notice and giving them cards to try to get them into the store. The crack production team lined them all up. They had to sign releases and take a photo with the release to show that they agreed to be filmed.

Oh and they had one more thing in common.

Almost everyone of them had ashes on their forehead.

You can't screw around with the big guy.

I should have had faith that he would take care of it.

People tell me things.......

It's a funny thing but I have long experiance in volatile work place situations and I always end up with people confiding in me. Mainly because I am always helping them out of a jam so they feel they can tell me stuff. This is what is happening with the crew. They are all back channels of information and I know a lot more than the powers that be can really understand. Knowledge is power.

What is really funny is that they give up personal detials which gives me an oppourtunity to bust their balls. The poor little girl who is the PA is always running around doing stuff for us. But we treat her like one of our kids. She has been to our house for Sunday Dinner and the Super Bowl. So I asked her if she wanted to come with us to get ashes. She said she wasn't really religious. That she was a Quaker if she was anything. I said "What you like Oats?"

We will be eating a lot of Quaker Oats for Breakfast just to make her laugh.

Black History Month

This is Black History Month where we celebrate the many contributions that African Americans have made to our culture and our country.

One of the most important of which is of course Pam Grier.

The star of such seminal works as Woman in Cages, Black Mama White Mama, Coffey, Bucktown and Scream Blackula Scream ....Pam Grier helped define the best of black cinema.

And helped a young man discover what his penis was for.

Did you ever think about Judas

Did you ever think about Judas?

He was Jesus friend. One of his followers. Someone he trusted and wanted to spread the Good News. But Judas didn't really love Jesus. Well at least not enough. He just sold him out. For money.

I mean he repented later. He was sorry he did it and tried to give it back. But you can't give it back when you take those thirty pieces of silver. Once you do it you can't undo it.

On the corner of my block there is a statue of St Lucy with her eyeballs on a plate. St. Lucy wouldn't marry a pagan and give up her devotion to Jesus. She took her dowry and gave it to the poor and starving. Her bridegroom was outraged and denounced her as a Christian. When they couldn't move her or burn her they gouged out her eyeballs with a fork. That is why she is traditionally depicted as holding a plate with her eyeballs on it.

You will find a statue of St Lucy in most real old style Churches. She is one of the most popular and venerated saints. You know you are in a real old school Catholic church when you see St Lucy with her eyeballs on a plate.

St Lucy wasn't like Judas. She didn't take the life of ease and comfort. I mean all she had to do was deny her faith. Maybe not even that. She would just have to hide it. Hide the symbols and practices and not give witness. Then she would have all the riches of the world. She just had to pretend.

St Lucy was no Judas.

I am no St Lucy.

But I am giving up my rage for Lent.

You have to find a way to deal!

On the ride to Manhattan to get the mannequins I had to find a way to deal with what was going on. The kid who was driving didn't know where he was going and he took three times as long as it should have taken. I didn't get upset. I didn't correct him. I sat in the back of the minivan and did something productive.

I said the rosary.

It helped me a lot. It calmed me down. It lowered my blood pressure. It gave me something to do to stop me dwelling on stuff I can't change.

I am going to do it every day during Lent.

It really helps me.

Just sayn'

Hey I will get you an autograph from Jerry Lewis!

So today was just about the best day of filming that we had. A lot of fucked up things happened with the production but we rose above it and made some great chicken salad.

The premise was that we are fixing up our window display for spring so they decided we needed a road trip to Manhattan to a mannequin store. Now they told me that a French guy owned it and I had to laugh. I hate the French. I had a bunch of jokes ready. "Hey we can't leave a French mannequin in the store because it would rape the maid." You know witty topical humor like that there. I was ready to rip into the guy.

But the funny thing was that owner was a great guy. He was a modest unassuming tough businessman. He didn't even want to be on camera. He let his salesman get all the airtime.He just greeted us at the door and handed us off to his salesman.

The reason why it was great television is because it was what we do best. Me and Lisa doing stupid shit to make everybody laugh. You see that is how we got the show in the first place. Not contrived over produced bullshit that they have been forcing us to do.

First we took stupid photos with all the crazy mannequins. Then I went around put all of them in obscene positions where they were feeling up each others breasts and stuff. It was pretty funny. I threw in some milder jokes but I guess my sensibility skews too old. I told the salesman guy "Hey if they owner gives me a discount I will get him an autograph from Jerry Lewis." He goes "I don't know who that is." I said "Oh he owns the Dallas Cowboys and he is very popular in France." So I had to dumb it down a bit. I said stuff like "Oh this must be a French mannequin because it has hair under the arms." I tried to bring the stupid.

We had to go down to the basement to get the plus sized mannequins. We did a lot of good shit with the body parts strew around the basement and what not. Then we had to carry them upstairs and haggled with him for a while and ended up buying two of them. The plot point was that I was too cheap to pay the $100 delivery charge and we had to take them home ourselves in a taxi. So we took them all apart and put them in plastic bags like a dismember body from the pork store on the Sopranos. We carried them outside and got in a cab but we had a lot of trouble packing them up and we ended up with the legs of the mannequins sticking out of the window of the taxi. It was pretty funny. All stuff that Lisa and I came up with on our own. So if it makes the cut it will be a pretty funny episode.

We have to make something out of this because it is our shot. The professionals who have seen it are raving about what we are doing  and how it is coming along. But what hurts us is that it could be so much better. If they just let us do what got us a show in the first place.

Me and Lisa acting stupid.

Whose that girl who has the wood?

Or are you the one with the wood?

She was a famous horror film star of the sixties. You can see two important reasons for that.

So whose that girl? With the wood?

Whose that author......The Pompatus of Love?

He had always liked his friend's laugh, and at such a moment the soft rumble of it reassured him; it suggested happiness and security.

God has nothing to do with it!

FIRST READING: Isaiah 43:18-19; 21-22; 24-25. Thus says the Lord: Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert, that the people whom I formed for myself might declare my praise. Yet you did not call upon me, O Jacob; but you have been weary of me, O Israel! But you have burdened me with your sins, you have wearied me with your iniquities. I, I am He who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins.

This was the first reading this Sunday. It tells us to find a new way. It is good advice.

This Wednsday is Ash Wednesday and a couple members of the crew have approached me to ask me what I am going to do. They know I am a pretty serious Catholic. A couple of them even caught me saying the Rosary at my desk which was just about the only thing that stopped me from a homicide charge.

So they wanted to know what I was doing so they could tag along and ride on our coat tails.

Hollywood people hate religious people. Doesn't matter what religion. They are athetists and contempous of people of faith. So I knew we would have a problem. You see I can't blow it up. So I have to play the angles.

There are three distributions of ashes. The 9:30 Mass first thing in the morning. Won't work because we would be late for our call time and they would lose their shit. 7:30pm which won't work because they would never break in time and would just lie to us and say they would and not do it. So I had the wife request that they call lunch at 3:00 pm. This way we can got get ashes and get back in time where they couldn't say anything. They agreed to it. But I knew there would be a problem.

They waited to the end of the day and then said "listen by the way....after you get your ashes can you wash them off....we don't want them on camera." As much as I don't want to we have to agree. We want to keep our TV show. We can't get the name of being difficult. Now they are not taking into account the fact that many people will be wearing ashes when they come in. You know the customers. Are they going to tell them that they can not display the symbols of their faith on a Holy Day of Obligation?

And they don't just fuck with the Catholics. The make up girl we love is an Orhtordox Jew. We can only get her on the days we do interviews. So when do they schedule the interviews? On Fridays so the girl has to leave early for Shabbos. So we can't use her. We have to use someone they want us to use.

You see we work with people and know people and love people regardless of their race or religion or whatever the fuck. We might bust their balls and mock them but we still have respect for the basis of their faith. So I would never send an orthodox jewish girl to Good Food to pick up the sausages. I would never send the Muslim girl to walk the dog. I would never ask the black girl to show up on time. You just have to have respect for peoples faith.

 These guys don't. I have to find a new way to deal.

 This post will dissappear soon. Just saying.

God bless the little children

The latest episode we filmed featured a mom and her special needs daughter. Her daughter was a wonderful girl who loved fashion and will be great on the show. She was so sweet and wonderful. It was unbelievable.

An executive from another network was kibitzing in the back as we filmed and they were talking about Sarah Palin and her son Trig. They did not have nice things to say. They were behind the rack so they forgot I was there and showed what they really thought. And who they really are.

 In life if you are going to talk the talk then you need to walk the walk. You can't play the super concerned politically correct guy and then talk like that behind the curtain.

It was just like when Palin was a candidate. These people all pretend that they are one way and then they attacked the poor kid and his mother. They claimed he was not her son and that she had to prove that she actually gave birth to him. I thought that was as bad as it could be.

But it can get worse.

 I think you will love this episode. You will see the little girl in the back playing dress up with my daughter and my cousin and having a great time trying on accesories and helping Lisa dress her Mom. It was magic.

 It will be the best episode we have done so far.

It's all about the childrens!

[Legs Diamond]
Legs Diamond in the house
And we sendin clown love out to Above the Law

[Violent J]
When I sit there and right the shit for the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You motherfuckers tryin to get in my path
Don't be surprised when you get a shotgun up your ass
Instigators, I got one for that ass too
I'm gonna hang you from a street light, mangled and blue (eww)
You on my shit like a fiend coke
But if you say the wrong thing i'll put a slit in your throat
So, it's not the answer, no, i'm not a dancer, no
I'm not a hero, a zero , but I call myself a juggalo
And this is not a demo
ICP, Above The Law, we let it GO

[(Chorus) 2x]
Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting MURDER MURDER

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I feel actions, speak loud like words, and verbs and adjectives
They give the scrubs a chance to live
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/i/insane-clown-posse-lyrics/murder-rap-lyrics.html }
Not who's first, second or third
It ain't he said, and she said, fuck whatever you heard
When you live like that your life is mangled
In other words your neck is all tangled up
I ain't a hoe, I always go for mine
I was taught it's hard from the start, but you can always CLIMB

[(Chorus) 2x]

[Violent J]
Violent J, I break backs, back break with my crew
If i'm jumping in the pit then i'm gettin loose
Cause i'm takin out people, causing bodily harm
Making moves to improve the Dark Carnival brainstorm

[Shaggy 2 Dope {Violent J}]
I'm not inferior, not takin no shit
Last kid that tried to check me got his fuckin neck slit
{Powers my name, the clown be insane}
And if we get to panicking WE ALL GONNA REARRANGE

[The Ring Leader]
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the Triple Threat!
The Wraith, The Great Milenko, and the Ringmaster!!

(Insane Clown Posse)

The bitches are back!

I have been watching the new "Celebrity Apprentice" and it is craptastic. Clay Aiken is a hoot and Teresa and Viki Gotti don't dissapoint. The task is to sell sandwiches and as usual they broke up into two teams: the men vs. the women. Of course the women couldn't get along. It is pretty funny. Great viewing. You will laugh you ass off. I did.

Trooper's Starship

So I was thinking I might take that very smart suggestion by one of our favorite knuckleheads and put out a public blog called "Trooper's Starship" where I can repost some of my favorite series and things that are ok for public view. And to give people who don't have my email a place to comment and or contact me to see if they want to be on the main supersecret blog

I don't know if I will....it is just something I am thinking about. What do you think?

Betty Rubble is a Dirty Girl!

Betty Rubble is a dirty girl. She loves to loll around the apartment and lay on the kitchen table. When Mister Slate pulls the final whistle, Betty climbs up on the table and takes her shirt off. She lays on the table with her breasts out and pulls on her nipples as she waits for Barney to come home....but wait....there is a knock at the door.....it's not Barney.....it's Fred....now it is getting interesting........

Whose that author?

"Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night."

Rest in Peace Kid!

Gary Carter passed yesterday. He is just about the only guy who ever played on the Mets who was worth a shit. He had too much class to play with those losers. That's why when he went into the Hall of Fame he went in as an Expo. A team that doesn't even extist anymore. Because anybody with half a brain would rather be assoicated with a defunct team than the dog ass Mets. He was one of the main cogs in the Met team of jerkoffs that one the one championship they win every forty years or so. He was hated and scorned because he was religious and the fact that he loved his wife. That he wasn't a coke addled drunken pussy hound like the rest of the team. That he didn't take steroids or bet on games. He was a good man. Too good for the likes of the dog ass Mets. Rest in Peace Kid. Ya did good.

Poll: Whose the fairest in all the land?

 

chickenlittle said....

I urge everyone here to click on Troop's label for you and review the man's fairness.

Hey I resemble that remark. But to see what youse guys think we have a poll:


Whose picture is the fairest in all the land?

Darcy at her Memorial Day Picnic

Allie at the Madison Protest

Dust Bunny Queen greeting the Jehovah's Witnesses

Trooper York enjoying a snack on his veranda.

Pick the pic that looks the most like you imagine that person to be. Just sayn'