After all of the nonsense we retired to Marco Polo for a big party to watch the shows!
We had about one hundred people! Family, friends, people who were on the show, people who worked on the show and a bunch of people who free loaded.
Stacy came and had a great time. It was crazy fun.
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What's on top of the cake? Doors to the shop?
Or is it the Brooklyn Bridge?
It's either the Bklyn Bridge or windows from Chartres Cathedral.
I'm willing to wager a small sum on the bridge.
I think you were fabulous. I am proud of you both. Well done!
I vote for a dressing room topper with random recorded comments fluting out from behind the curtain.
A day and night to remember, that's for sure. One finished product in the bag and a whole bunch of new on the way.
That is the Brooklyn Bridge.
Did they have Cake Boss do the cake?
More precisely, a poorly made miniature replica of the Brooklyn Bridge. The actual bridge is much larger.
I read a pretty positive review in the NY Daily News.
But I'd still like to hear about the ratings. If this were a post Broadway opening party it would be all about the reviews, but I suppose a post new TV show opening party should be all about ratings so WHAT ARE THEY?!
Can you lick the bridge on that cake?
LICK THE BRIDGE! LICK THE BRIDGE!
Did Linda Scaasi at the Post give you a review?
The Brooklyn Bridge is no mere victual
It's more a thing a thing a thing quite spiritual
The thing of it is is that it's spiritual
It's Brooklyn's very own brick and mortar miracle.
The "Gothamic" windows on top of the cake foreshadow when the show will be more evenly split between Jim and Lisa.
Remember Titus' remark about the them looking like the couple in Grant Woods' "American Gothic" in that dour photo? (and Sixty's hilarious comment about the grilling fork?) It's coming folks. Troop's character will "evolve" on the show once America discovers his true nature. Once the "cat" gets let out of the bag.
@ricpic. I think week on week ratings mean more than initial splash (unless the initial splash is a real cannonball).
I looked @ the Marco Polo menu. It looks very good and unpretentious, "Brooklyn Style."
What did you guys eat, besides cake? It's a dago question.
Enjoy.
*phew*
What an ordeal!
Now...just sit back and let the crazy reality show money pour in.
After you fix the website, handle the employees, coddle the customers, order new fabrics and production for the fall seasons...
I like cakes that are shaped like big tits.
So fun.
tits.
Just saw on facebook that the online business is overwhelmed. Sweet!! I hope it continues!!
Ka-ching!
Remember to post the picture of your yacht.
Also: Remember us!
A View From Duh Bridge (Brooklyn, Dat Is)
Tomorrow begins duh mont' of June,
Which is a mont' of glory,
When our borough is bathed in light
Till very late...den oily.
shoot. If they could let the hucklebuck loose, Jim the Hub could recite poems by Ricpic as Brooklyn Fill!
After a moment of two of stunned silence the audience would start looking for them, like Burma-Shave ads.
So my poesy is nought but fill? Well, it is, but fill with 'tude!
I know, trying too hard.
But I really do love June. Endless light filled evenings coming up.
MamaM said...
shoot. If they could let the hucklebuck loose, Jim the Hub could recite poems by Ricpic as Brooklyn Fill!
Brooklyn Fill or Staten Island Fresh Kill. :)
Butterflies and Poets are impossible to stroke
without impairing
the delicate but powerful wings
which allow them
to engage
in flights of fancy and otherwise.
It's hot out and it makes me horny.
My balls were actually tingling tonight as I walked the rare clumber.
They were ready to produce a pretty hot load.
tits.
Speaking of stroking Mama I got 9 inches of hard meat here that is looking to splew.
While stroking mine I like to squeeze the tip of the mushroom head in order to leak out a little pre cum and then stick it in my mouth. I also enjoy spitting in my palm to lube up my hog and looking real butch while I do it.
How does everyone here feel about pre-cum? Hot or Not?
tits.
MamaM does not regard Titus as a bridge-builder or a poet, much less a gay butterfly, but "strut, truss, and arch" might apply.
It's ricpic who enters the den to mont in glory and win the oily prize.
Tarnished or untarnished by rubbish and fumes from the neighbouring salami shop his view from the bridge remains supreme.
Hog muncher for the world
Tool stroker
Packer of meat
Pre-cum laude?
Well it is gradation season. Gradation meaning stepwise on the way to degradation which in a chemical sense just means getting smaller which I'm sure Titus can relate to at this point.
My vocab and terms are catchy.
All my friends start using them. It has happened my entire life, even when I was hated in high school. As well, going to some stuffy uptight Ivy College they came on board.
And even my fellow republicans here become interested.
That is my impact that I make in the world.
That will be my legacy and on my tombstone.
And I say, no thank you.
tits.
Mama I am totally not anything gay, especially a butterfly.
I deteste being a part of any group or association, especially anything gay.
I am gay on the periphery. In the shadows of gaydom. I am outside anything gay. Although, at times I meet friends at "gay friendly" areas and I start to sweat profusely and want to immediately run. I don't like other gay men-they disgust me.
I found out from a friend tonight that next week is Gay Pride in Boston and he knew that I would not nor never participate in any of the festivities.
Gay Pride in Boston to me means going to Maine, in the quiet, with the rare clumber and husband.
Laude, Mistah Chickelit! Titus don't know nothin' 'bout makin' babies!
"Lawdy Carl, I feel LOST. Rustlin' in the shrudy, pantin' in the cab, sweatin' prefusely, pacin' the periphery, seekin' serundipity."
Me too chile, me too. When the hog munchin' and the wheat stackin' and the poem pennin' is over for the day, I seek me some Mama eyes and tits of sighs.
DESOLATE and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor’s breast
And the harbor’s eyes.
Chip S. said...
Hog muncher for the world
Tool stroker
Packer of meat
June 1, 2012 12:08 AM
Who knew Titus was from Austin, Minnesota.
Sure, that's all well and good, but how was the cake?
Titus has so much baggage he must need a team of skycaps @ the airport.
Not properly weaned, I'd guess.
Lattate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
~Saying inscribed over the Tit of Sighs.
thhhtt's tutto, gente!
Okay.
Buon pomeriggio, Darcy!
Buon pomeriggio
That's a great example of degraded Latin, actually.
Plug "good after noon" into Google translate for English to Latin and it gives:
good after noon* = bonum post meridiem
A little imagination gets one from bonum post meridiem to buon po'meriggio
________________
*removing the space between after and noon screws everything up
#italianlessons
Perhaps it's not totally accurate to disregard Titus as a bridge builder, since some sort of webby and often sticky connection often takes place between two points.
The "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" maxim applies to poets and boxers alike, as words contain the power to strike the imagination and launch a cavalcade of emotion and thoughts.
Witness what the word "stroke" did to Titus! (Or it might have been "oily"--who knows how he rolls???) Whatever it was, a flotilla of horns and whistles started blowing!!!
On a serious note, I look forward to ricpic's poems here and at The OP. They are cake toppers, with or without the 'tude, sparking imagination and enjoyment. Similar in dynamic and effect to a Titus Mind Eff, only pumped through a different vein.
If I was running the show, I'd find a way to incorporate them or add them into the shopping bag. Fresh Kills.
Who knew Titus was from Austin, Minnesota.
Ponty My'thon's Spam?
Processed Meat Product
or better yet,
Spiced Ham!
Curry favored!
Trooper is on the cusp of being famous...
And a friggin Zombie Apocalypse has to start?
Austin, MN, does indeed boast of a native son who moved east and inspired lots of poetry.
Complete with a Cambridge connection.
They should've made him the eponym of the English prof in Animal House, who'd then have been Eberhart of Faber.
It's all right, hey laude Mama
shteppenvolf, of course.
They still suck. Canucks - meh! People from America's hat should not play our music.
No, you are not crazy Trooper...
I think that article uses the wrong example. I think King of Comedy is more spot on. Just never let Carol Herman kidnap you because you might find yourself tied up in her basement.
I want to see some fucking tits here.
Cool word of the day: jejune.
Aptly placed on jeJune the second.
Seems like jejune is bustin' out all over.
Thirty days has September, April, Jejune and November
All the rest have thirty-one, except February which has twenty-eight or twenty-nine sometimes.
You know what is a really weird word? Legumes.
It wouldn't be so bad if the g was pronounced like a j.
Then it wouldn't have a legume to stand on.
Or maybe even just a soft "g", with an accent grave over the "e'.
Lay-zhoom-aaayyy.
Restaurants could charge a lot for for them then. Like they do with haricots verts.
haricots verts? I'll have to look that up. I'll be right back.
Oops. Acute, not grave.
I blame W.C. Fields, as Egbert Souse.
Haricots verts and some hasenpfeffer. Yumm.
Now I have to look up Egbert Souse.
Ok, got it.
I love it when these threads go all free-associating...
Call Any Vegetable
Who knew that Frank Zappa would turn up.
Jimmy Carl Black knew.
I liked that Zappa included tomatoes among the vegetables. People who insist on saying "tomatoes are fruit" are tedious.
Unless anyone here says that, in which case they're just sticklers for botanical correctness.
Or jejune motherfuckers.
(Sorry for the profanity, TT, but it seemed essential to the comic payoff, however minimal.)
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