Trooper York: "Talk Amongst Youse Selves"

Friday, June 8, 2012

"Talk Amongst Youse Selves"

I want to take AllenS's advice because I am busy working filling orders and answering emails and the phone and taking care of all the business we are getting from the show. So enjoy this cafe post. Think of it as a Dairy Queen post so to speak. Play nice and protect yourself at all times, don't hit after the bell, no low blows and have some fun.

51 comments:

The Dude said...: "..., no low blows and have some fun."

Pick one!; June 8, 2012 at 7:52 PM
Chip S. said...: I know that's not Terry Gross, cuz it's not a Fresh Pair.; June 8, 2012 at 7:53 PM
Chip S. said...: I think those containers hold more than 16 oz.

Mayor Bloomberg on line 1.; June 8, 2012 at 7:58 PM
AllenS said...: For God's sake! Stop filling orders and find that woman a large bra!; June 8, 2012 at 8:01 PM
The Dude said...: She's got it handled. Them. Whatever...; June 8, 2012 at 8:13 PM
Chip S. said...: Double dribble, or palming?; June 8, 2012 at 8:16 PM
windbag said...: Kitten Natividad

Mexican actress. I might have to rethink this illegal immigration thing.; June 8, 2012 at 8:25 PM
windbag said...: I'd fall over dead if I walked into the neighborhood Dairy Queen and saw her behind the counter.; June 8, 2012 at 8:25 PM
AllenS said...: "What will you have?"

"Ohhhhhh, two of those with the cherries on the top."; June 8, 2012 at 8:28 PM
Chip S. said...: I'd order a large.; June 8, 2012 at 8:28 PM
AllenS said...: From the link:

She famously appeared as a stripper at the bachelor party held by Sean Penn to celebrate his 1985 marriage to Madonna.

How'd that work out?; June 8, 2012 at 8:31 PM
windbag said...: Best pizza in the world. In Staten Island. Can we get Trooper to take a pizza tour over there and verify this?; June 8, 2012 at 9:02 PM
windbag said...: For some reason, when I think of Penn and Madonna, classy doesn't come to mind.; June 8, 2012 at 9:03 PM
chickelit said...: Cleave unto that; June 8, 2012 at 9:14 PM
Titus said...: Ted Rowlands from CNN moved next to my parents cottage.

They had no idea who he was.

He works at CNN in Chicago and lives there.

This is his cottage. My mom said his wife had big tits.

They said he was very nice.

tits; June 8, 2012 at 10:28 PM
blake said...: Back in Kitten's day, they didn't stuff the boobs with plastic bags of silicone, they just injected it directly in to the breasts.

It looked more natural.

And, in Mexico, I guess, they used industrial grade silicone, perhaps explaining her subsequent cancer and double-mastectomy.; June 8, 2012 at 10:46 PM
Titus said...: What can you say about Russ Meyer.

Best movie director ever.

He really know how to find tits...I mean talent.

Kill Pussy Cat Kill is probably my fav next to John Waters Pink Flamingos.

Divine eats dog shit, tour de force divine.; June 8, 2012 at 10:51 PM
Titus said...: I live in a very urban area. Tons of sirens, people fighting, guys yelling fuck.

Any time I hear some guy pissed and yelling and I run to my Juliet balcony and scream, "Show me your cock".

Also, when driving, and seeing a hotty I scream, "whip your cock out now!".

Just thought I would share.

tits.; June 9, 2012 at 12:20 AM
ndspinelli said...: ChipS, You were on fire last night! Well done, amigo.; June 9, 2012 at 11:13 AM
Chip S. said...: It was the booze talkin', nick.

But who doesn't love boobage and boobage jokes--aside from the Ladies of Trooper York?

Added bonus: no catfights!; June 9, 2012 at 11:45 AM
ndspinelli said...: Funny drunks are great, nasty drunks need to quit drinking.; June 9, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Darcy said...: I thought guys loved catfights!

Huh. :); June 9, 2012 at 1:15 PM
MamaM said...: Ass kiss on demand #3:

"We are all dupes who have fallen for her shtick" was a great line!

With a peck wherever the ChipS wants to put it for the laugh that came with "I'd order a large".; June 9, 2012 at 1:25 PM
Chip S. said...: Kisses to all the LoTY (Ladies of Trooper York).

And Darcy, we do love gypsy-style catfights. If there's ever a commenter meetup, I'll gladly set up a parimutuel betting pool.

Just don't wear clothes you care about.; June 9, 2012 at 1:34 PM
Chip S. said...: a peck wherever the ChipS wants to put it

Whoa! I just read this more closely.

My favorite hangover cure!; June 9, 2012 at 1:36 PM
chickelit said...: And, in Mexico, I guess, they used industrial grade silicone, perhaps explaining her subsequent cancer and double-mastectomy.

Likely an allergic reaction to the silicone itself.; June 9, 2012 at 1:51 PM
Titus said...: It's Boston Pride today and I am marching with the Indian and their White Wife Group.

Our slogan is Indian and White Gay Power in order to Unleash Curry.

We will also be giving out free samples of tikki masala and little dots for everyone's head to show our support for multiculturalism.

Some will wear traditional Indian clothes while others will not.

Namaste.

And
tits.; June 9, 2012 at 3:01 PM
windbag said...: Just don't wear clothes you care about.

So close.; June 9, 2012 at 3:07 PM
Chip S. said...: Patience, windbag. Getting there is half the fun.; June 9, 2012 at 3:20 PM
chickelit said...: Can you claim any Indian ancestry, Titus?; June 9, 2012 at 4:56 PM
chickelit said...: Titus said...
It's Boston Pride today and I am marching with the Indian and their White Wife Group.

Are you the white wife?; June 9, 2012 at 4:58 PM
blake said...: I'm pretty sure, given recent revelations, everyone can claim Amerind ancestry.; June 9, 2012 at 5:54 PM
rcommal said...: I just spent the entire afternoon (from 12:45 until about 20 minutes ago: yikes!) at Incredible Pizza with my son's spring soccer team. Is it a sign of age that I found those types of places increasingly exhausting? And SO noisy. But the kids had a great time.

I think places like that should be required by law to offer WiFi! Well, no, not really *required*, by law or otherwise. But it sure would have been nice to escape into the cyber world on my iPad for a while.

On the upside, I appear to have learned, by repetition, one of the dances they teach there. I can torture my son by being totally uncool enough to dance it. So there's that. ; ); June 9, 2012 at 7:15 PM
Michael Haz said...: Are we all back to being friends today? I don't know because I'm perpetually out of the loop. I lack loopage.

It was a beautiful day here in Sconnie. Clear skies, temperatures in the lower 90s with manageable humidity. I got up early and took a two hour bicycle ride before breakfast. Going around the block twice is tiring! Anyhow - I logged about 30 miles.

Someone from the Victory motorcycle company thought I might be a potential consumer of their excellent products and sent me an invite to an event where I could ride everything they make. Plus, they spiffed me a great lunch.

I (or rather we) got to hammer some really fine motorcycles out in the countryside, away from radar and speed limit enforcement etc.

"Hey Michael, you haven't tried this one! Here, let me adjust the suspension for you and Mrs Haz! The gas tanks is full, just be back in an hour, okay, so you don't miss the barbecue."

It was one of those days we get sometimes that are rewards for living through other days that are megacrappy. They don't come around very often.

I gotta say..if I was going to buy a v-twin motorcycle I'd buy a Victory. Really, really good bikes; a full-on hoot to wheel down the highway.

But I'm not. On the way back home on my bike I thought "This one is better. I'm not trading it, at least this year." And that prompted ideas of where I'm going to go this summer. I've got 10 days in June and 30 days in July when work doesn't want to see me.

Time to plan some trips.; June 9, 2012 at 7:33 PM
The Dude said...: Which direction are you thinking about heading?; June 9, 2012 at 8:08 PM
Darcy said...: LOL, Chip.

Michael, that sounds like a perfect day for the (badass) Hazzes!

I hope your plans for trips end up in the direction where I could meet you both for coffee or somethin'!

I tried on 4 sundresses today and couldn't decide which one I liked best so I bought all 4. Then I couldn't decide which one to wear to the party today!

Life is not so bad, I say.; June 9, 2012 at 8:14 PM
The Dude said...: Whoa, Darcy in a sundress - where is my motorcycle?

Head out on the highway,
Heavy metal thunder...; June 9, 2012 at 8:19 PM
Darcy said...: Hee.

That kind of reminded me of Somethin''Bout a Truck lyrics, Sixty. I hear that song all the time now and sing it loud.

It's kind of a crazy song, but I like it.; June 9, 2012 at 8:42 PM
Michael Haz said...: Don't know where yet. One plan is to go north until we run out of land, Yellowknife probably.

Another plan is to go south to see some museums we'd like to see, but hot weather can be an issue.

A third plan is to ride a lap around each of the Great Lakes.

A fourth plan is to ride to New Orleans for a sandwich and glass of tea, with some BBQ in Memphis.
The coin flip will happen next week; June 9, 2012 at 9:21 PM
The Dude said...: Yellowknife on the Great Slave Lake is a place I once wanted to fly to. Never made it, sadly, but my miles were used carrying me to more conventional places. I used to correspond with a woman who lived there - she said that when she traveled south she was reminded that there is a color other than gray in the world. But I still wanted to see it. I think I would have skipped riding a boat up the river to Mackenzie Bay.

I also wanted to drive to Moose Factory on Hudson Bay, but there was no road there. I really wanted to see where mooses are assembled. No such luck.

I think Louisiana might be interesting. Atchafalaya bayou all sounds like a place I'd like to see.

Wherever you go, it will be good.; June 9, 2012 at 10:52 PM
The Dude said...: Huh, Darce, I had never heard that song before. I spend a lot of time a-settin' on the dropped tailgate of my pick-em-up truck, but the rest of the song, well, that's just not happenin'. Maybe that's because my truck is a Tundra not a Chevy. Details will get you every time.; June 9, 2012 at 10:59 PM
Darcy said...: Well, it's not the make of the truck...

;); June 10, 2012 at 12:40 PM
Chip S. said...: Is this a rhyming game?; June 10, 2012 at 12:47 PM
Darcy said...: Heheh.; June 10, 2012 at 12:55 PM
The Dude said...: Oh my. Pardon me whilst I slink back into my corner...; June 10, 2012 at 12:57 PM
Michael Haz said...: *Thinks about buying a truck*; June 10, 2012 at 12:57 PM
rcommal said...: Michael, I've been meaning to ask you: Do you ever go to any of the Sturgis events? They hold one here along the river, and it's fun. My husband's old band played there a couple of times.; June 10, 2012 at 1:11 PM
Chip S. said...: I've never met anyone from Nantucket, FTR.; June 10, 2012 at 1:34 PM
Titus said...: Hardly anyone is from Nantucket.

Rich people just summer there. And trashy tourists-me included. I go there once a summer for a long leisure weekend.

I like it better than Martha's Vineyard though.

It's not as crowded at The Vineyard and a little further out.

tits.; June 10, 2012 at 2:46 PM
Michael Haz said...: Rcommal - I don't attend any Sturgis-like events, or the big event in Sturgis, for that matter.

There are two broad categories of motorcyclists: bikers and riders.

Bikers are the ones you'd see at Sturgis or similar events. The usually ride bikes that have loud pipes. They dress like pirates and mostly hop from bar to bar. Lots of tattoos, lots of boob flashing. They want the experience of being a motorcycle owner, being part of the club.

Riders are motorcycle owners who usually don't travel in packs, are usually covered in bug splats, and can be seen wearing high-visibility colors. They want to simply get on their motorcycles and ride. They never drink and ride; their bikes usually have quiet exhaust pipes.

I fit into the latter description. It's not unusual for me (or us) to wake up on a Saturday thinking "If we leave Milwaukee now, we can be in Minneapolis for lunch and then be home by the 10 PM news."

This is what riders do, taken to extremes.

This is what bikers do, taken to extremes. (Caution: nudity); June 10, 2012 at 7:56 PM
rcommal said...: I'm reading a book that might interest some of you. It's titled "Crash Course: The American Auto Industry's Road to Bankruptcy and Bailout--and Beyond." I'm only about 14% of the way into it (according to my Kindle app), but so far it's been pretty fascinating. In addition to the obvious topics suggested by the book's title, it also discusses other, lighter things--such as, for example, the conical protrusions on some 1950s cars and that they were nicknamed after a starlet named Dagmar, of all things. I'm primarily interested in the stated topic of the book, but the fun stuff is, well, fun! Not so fun is reading about some of the tragic decisions made over the years that helped damage so badly a once-mighty, especially American industry. That saddens me.; June 11, 2012 at 1:40 PM

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