The best thing about

ChipS is how he loves to recreate famous photo's of the Vietnam war.

He has been doing it ever since he was a kid.

The best thing about......

Garage Mahal is how happy he gets when he combines his two favorite things.....The Packers....and roadkill.

The best thing about

The Crack Emcee is when he gets all dressed up to go to an event at the Mormon Temple.

Don't let he fool you. He loves the carrot salad and the Kool-Aid.

The best thing about.......

Sixty Grit is the big smile on his face when he cuts the cheese.

The guy just gets so happy.

You can't deal with someone like this.....

Every reality show has to have a villain. In the "Real Housewives of New Jersey" it is Theresa. In the "Real Housewives of Atlanta" is Nene Leakes. In "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" it is the guy from Child Protective Services. And in Abby and Brittiany it is the guy from Banana Republic who won't sell them a sweater with two head holes. There always has to be one.

Now "The Real Housewives of New York" used to have the best villain. Jill Zarin. There are websites devoted to how much people used to hate her. To the point that she got fired. You might say she got deleted. Hee.

Now the new villain is the one legged chick Aviva Drescher. She is a real piece of work. Everything is always about her. She turns every conversation into a dissertation over how everyone was insensitive to her insecurities and how they didn't talk to her properly or show the proper appreciation for the constant struggle that it is to be Aviva Drescher. And she is one censorious twat. I mean she walked into a bedroom where Ramona and Sonja were both naked and spooning and got all upset about it! I mean guys really? If you see two hot naked chicks asleep and all rubbing against each other you are gonna get upset?

It seems every other scene of the show now is Aviva having a lunch with someone who is calling her on her shit. Sonja met with her and said "You know what? You can tell me anything you want about how you feel and what you think and you know what? I DON'T CARE!" Then she had a lunch with Heather who told her to drop it and get over herself and stop going on and on over the same bullshit. But the all time best was with Ramona.

They meet for a brunch and you can tell Ramona was kind of hung over.  Aviva starts a beat down about how she disrespected her and how she was disgusting sleeping naked with Sonja and getting drunk and dancing on tables and putting anti-Muslim videos on YouTube. I think she wanted her to be arrested for a parole violation or something. Ramona was relatively calm for the crazy bitch that she is. She heard her out and said she was wrong and that she wasn't going to listen to her anymore and didn't want someone in her life like her. Then she put on her coat and staggered drunkenly out of the restaurant.

Next week is the payoff. The week before Ramona had a fund raiser for battered woman and Aviva pervert
father George showed up and grabbed Ramona by the arm and insisted that she had to apologize until two of the gayest waiters you ever saw threw him out. I mean the guy is eighty years old but still. Now we get to see the payoff. Aviva is sure to take it to another level. She will be needy and narcissitic and argumentative and it will turn every conversation until it is about her. She is going to make the other girls fight and argue and make a mess out of what should be a good time. She is one annoying twat.

I wish they could delete her one legged ass too!

Hitting the Speed Limit

Yes today I am fifty five. Lot's of fun. Ha.

I am planning an old school celebration. I am making myself meatballs and ravioli. I ordered myself an ice cream cake at the bakery. Actually a gelato cake. Pistachio and Zuppa Englse. Great stuff.

I will take the day off and the wife and I will watch a movie. Maybe the "Avengers" which is finally on pay per view. Enjoy our dinner. And relax.

Earth, Wind & Fire - September

Remembrance of things Pabst

So I know I have mentioned how the wife likes to get together with her girlfriends at least once a month. Two of them lost their husbands within a month of each other and the wife wants to be there to support them. Anyhoo some other girl from their old neighborhood organizes a get together every year and this year they all decided that the wanted to go. On a fuckin Tuesday night no less.

Now I got dragged to this as I am dragged to all of her events as I am on a short leash. It was in this joint called "Wheeler's" in Sheepshead Bay. I had never been there but it seems that they used to got there back in the day. Sheepshead Bay has really changed a lot since I was a kid. I used to go there with my uncle to go on the party boats to go fishing a couple of times a year. You would pay twenty bucks and would go out for blue fish or fluke or in colder weather codfish or mackerel. Those boats are all mostly gone now. There used to be fifty of them and you could go down there at around five in the evening and buy the fresh fish that the crew caught. But insurance and regulations and bullshit had them all go out of business. Now Sheepshead Bay is mainly Russian now and most of the old time neighborhood people are gone. Most of the people who showed up have moved to Jersey or Long Island and were only slumming back in the old neighborhood. Well actually they grew up in Midwood/Bensonhurst but you get the idea.

Now I didn't have much to do other than getting the wife and her girlfriends drinks and snacks. I do what I always do. Ordered a round....introduced myself to the bartender....and tipped him strong on the first go round. Then I started a tab and just kept feeding them drinks and mozzarella sticks and wings and zucchini sticks and fries. They only had greasy bar food.....which is just about my favorite cuisine. They were busy laughing and telling stories and having fun. I had to make my own fun. It was a real redneck bar that was playing the greatest hits of the seventies. You know Led Zep and Leonard Skynnard and shit like that there. So I had to sidle up to the fancy juke box and play James Brown and some Peter Tosh and a little Earth Wind and Fire. It is September after all. Now that went into the mix but it never played while we were there so it most likely came on about three in the morning. Nice.

I made sure I had my own tab as when you are in a situation like this you don't want to be caught holding the bag. This way I controlled what was on the tab as I got everyone's drinks.It was an early night so I called for the check and it was forty bucks. When is should have been a hundred at least. So I tipped him an additional forty and made a friend. They told us to come back soon.

Not likely.

But it was good enough for what it was. The wife wants them to come to downtown Brooklyn but I hope that doesn't happen. They would want to go to a different type place than the wife likes and I don't want up the ante where it is going to cost me more.

Let's hope they got it out of their system for another year.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey - Season 4 Reunion

Don't miss it this Sunday night at ten pm.

Garage Mahal Road Kill Korner

Garage Mahal has all the luck.

He has a new BMW and it goes really fast. So fast that he managed to generate a lot of roadkill. He is using it while he drives Tammy Baldwin around the state on her campaign.

What can you do?

If you need a new computer.......

You should shop where the big boys shop.

King Kullen.

That's right. They sell computers too!

Mr. Aaron Rodgers Neighborhood

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?

Hi Neighbor. 

Are you going to watch the game tonight. We are playing with the Seahawks. I hate to play with a bird. I much prefer to play with a hog. But they are on the schedule tonight.

I know you would prefer to watch "2 Broke Girls" or that cool new show with the hot guy from "Ugly Betty" but please watch my game.

We are on the coast so I had a chance to pop down to San Fran for a little R & R. Can you make a fist boys and girls? 

Anyway I hope we win tonight. We have to win lots and lots of games until we lose to those mean old Giants in the playoff's again. So watch me and cheer me on.

I know you want to be my neighbor.

Commentor Memories Number 156: Why RC Ocean never comes to commentor meet ups!

He can never find anything to wear.

Commentor Memories No 155: Darcy and her girlfriends were throw out of the prom

You see they were little delinquents. I mean they didn't smoke or drink.

But they like to swallow pickles whole.

It drove the boy's wild.

Commentor Memories 154: Why ND Spinelli was a lonely child

He was into role playing at an early age.

Plus he was a four eyes.

Kids can be so cruel.

Commentor Memories Number 153: Why the Crack Emcee hates Mormons

He was very unpopular because of those commerical's he made with his ex-wife.

He thought it was good idea at the time.

Commentor Memories number 152: why Allie Oop is so anti-american

You have to have some compassion. People were mean when she came to America and had to go to school.

That's why she is the way she is.

I get comments.....well somettimes I get comments

MamaM said...
Looking through the archives, in search of bird song, I was surprised to come across a post a year ago on the Algonquin I hadn't seen before, even though I was reading TY at the time.

It was interesting to note that the average post a year ago garnered 5-10 comments, quite a few with no comment, and the large ones mostly under 100 with 40-80 tops. An evolving blog, a dynamic community, with some things staying the same. Betty Rubble goes way back and appears to have been publicly pleasuring herself for a long time!

It's a funny thing about blogging. You never know what is going to bring you comments. Or how many they will bring. I do notice that the more threads I post the fewer comments per posting. If I leave something up for a couple of days the comment number goes up. But if I am very prolific most of the threads get one or two comments.

Ever since the show started filming in February I have been really, really busy. Not just with the filming and the promotion but the aftermath with the increased sales which are really great. So I didn't have much time to be creative like I used to be. I couldn't do long "Laura Bush's Diary" posts or more creative stuff like Inspector Lestrade and the "Case of the Disappearing Douchebag." Plus since Spinelli is always commenting nobody would believe that the douchebag disappeared cause they would just point at him and go "There he is!"

The strange thing is the number of comments is often much less on the longer more creative posts. People read them I guess and enjoy them but they don't have much to say about them. The little ones can get more comments if the photo is weird or funny or stupid. That can trump even the most creative and funny post. So it's funny. You just throw it out there to hit the wall to see if it sticks.

I miss some of my favorite series. "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend" "Tales of Amy's Garden" "The Tao of Poo" "Buddy Clinton Died for Your Sins" and of course my personal favorite "Tyler Perry's White House of Pain." Some of the other series are a lot easier because they lend themselves to a shorter post. "Marilyn's Diary" and "The Summer of Boo Boo" are like that because it can be a quick hit which is why there are so many more of them.Those are more often about the photo than the story. "Commentor Memories" is also photo driven and a lot easier to pump out.  "Laura Bush's Diary" takes a lot more thought and is a lot harder to dash off even though I often have ideas that I would love to use.  But it just doesn't get done as much.

But do you know what posts get the most hits and are the most popular?

Camel toe posts.

Go figure.

Betty Rubble is a dirty girl

That's right. She is a dirty girl. She likes to walk around the cave naked fingering her nipples and moaning.

She is a moan at home mom with a vagina that speaks to you.

She is a dirty, dirty stone age girl.

Mr Aaron Rodgers neighborhood......

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?

Hi  boys and girls. Welcome to Mr Aaron Rodgers neighborhood here in Green Bay Wisconsin. Can you say Losers boys and girls?

You don't have to. Just say Packers....it means the same thing.

I am here with my good friend Ryan and he is going to show us how to put pine tar on his bat. Do you like pine tar on your bat boys and girls? I bet you do. I bet you let your step father put the pine tar on your bat.

Wait a minute. I didn't know pine tar came in a tube. Oh well. Let's have some fun.

We will be right back.

Remembrance of things Pabst

So last night we had a big deadline. We were sending out a bunch of clothing that was going to be part of a fashion show in Detroit. Yes Detroit. I am trying to tap the African American market a little bit more than we have. The lady who ran the fashion show for "Plus Night Out" was doing this event so we decided to give it a try.

Anyway after we got the shipment ready we decided to take our employees out to dinner. We do that every once in a while. It builds morale and is a nice gesture. I think that we might over do it but what the fuck why not. So we decide to go to Enoteca which is basically our cafeteria.

You see Marco Polo is closed for renovations and Enoteca is jammed every night. But it was kind of slow last night so we got a nice table in the garden in the back. Since it was a little chilly they had it enclosed and the heaters on so it was nice and toasty.

We had a few cocktails and some appetizers and were chatting away when Dana one of my employees gets a text on her phone. She goes "Oh shit." When we ask what is wrong she says that her friend that was going to be her date for a wedding she was a bridesmaid in has backed out of going with her. I tell her no problem. I call Denny the waiter over and ask him if he would be Dana's date. He said sure. She was mortified.

Now you have to know that I am just as big a ball buster as ND Spinelli and I have to give it to everybody. I had just finished telling Denny (who is Filipino) that when I get an estate in Hawaii he could be the house boy.
He really appreciated that one. So he loved it when we were busting on Dana.

After a few more drinks she went off to the bathroom and that's where the wife got in on the act. She goes "I would piss my pants if you had every waiter in the restaurant say as we are walking out  "Don't worry Dana I will go to the wedding with you!"

So of course I set it up.

As we were leaving all the waiters, busboys, a few barflies and the female bartender all shouted out "Don't worry Dana I will go to the wedding with you!"

Our employees just love to work at Lee Lee's Valise.

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Tebow the Scram?

There was an interesting discussion the other day on the radio where someone was saying that Tim Tebow was like Roger Staubach of the old Cowboy teams. Not the greatest arm but he could run around and win games by hook or by crook.

I don't think Tebow is like Roger because Roger had a much better arm. I think Tebow is more like Fran Tarkenton who played on my old Giant teams. He was "Fran the Scram" who ran around all over the place and didn't have much of an arm. But Tebow is much better because he has a lot of talent as a runner. So he is really a combination of Fran Tarkenton and Bobby Douglas from the old Chicago Bears teams. Bobby was a great runner and impossible to stop.

Tebow moved the offense when he was in there and I bet you he starts for the Jet's next week.

In other news,,,,,,,Eli Manning made a bunch of new receivers look good last night. Just as I told that Masshole when he was telling me that Eli was a "wicked piece of shit".....Eli just seems to win with different wide receivers and running backs. The only constant is Eli. So he has nothing to do with it? Right:

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

Whose that girl?

She was the subject of a recent post but you would never recognize her. She has changed quite a bit.

Whose that girl?

Real Housewives of Madison?

No actually it is Miami. It's on tonight and it is extra specail crunchy.

Check out what lawn boy has to look forward to in his golden years.

Gilbert Gottfried Reads Fifty Shades of Grey

See what all the fuss is about!

You can't deal with someone like this....

Have you guys been watching "The Real Housewives of New York?"


They have changed the cast around by dropping Jill Zarin, Kelly the pyscho and Alex McCord who is blogging about the show and just killing them. They added Heather who owns a shape wear company and a shnozz like Jimmy Durante......a half a Kennedy in this Carole Radizwill person....and a total trainwreck called Aviva Drescher.

 Now this twat has two claims to fame. Her current husband is the cousin of Fran Drescher  "The Nanny" and she lost a leg when she was a kid so she has a prostheses. Now you would think she would be a sympathetic character but she is bat shit crazy. You see she tells everyone that she doesn't want to be treated differently than anyone else. That she just wants to be "normal" and not to make a big deal over her leg. But she seems to bring it up in every episode. Along with all of her phobias and anxiety that paralyze her and make her demand attention all the time. Everything has to be about her. How she feels. What she thinks. What they are doing to her. Or what they are thinking about her. It is out and out crazy.

All these broads went a vacation to St Barts and Aviva caused a major shit storm. Long Story short......she just started lecturing and arguing with everyone about they didn't treat her right after she faced down death by flying to the island in a small plane like everyone else. She felt that they didn't greet them properly and wouldn't let it go. It is a continuing fight for the last three episodes or so.

Anyway happy go lucky drunken whore Sonja Morgan had a lunch to talk out their differences. Now you think Sonja might be at a disadvantage because she got butt fucked by a male prostitute that was sort of caught on camera but hey what's the big deal with that after all? She tells Aviva straight out "I don't care what you think. I am so over you and your nonsense." She just put on her Dr Zhivago had and lurched out of the restaraunt.

You see when people make everything all about them all the time you just have enough after a while. They turn every discussion to make it about them and push their agenda on every dinner or lunch or get together.
I mean you get exhausted after a while and want to say "Get over yourself bitch....everything is not about you. STFU and go away."

I think Aviva has outlived her usefulness to this franchise and will be cut from the show.

Everything you need to know about life you can learn from reality TV.

Commenter Memories Number 151 Mama M wins first prize at the 4h club

Back in the day MamaM was a noted horticulturist.

So to speak.

One of the best things about having a sister.....

Is that you know that she will have your back.

So to speak.

Commentor Memories Number 150: ChipS was always a leader!

ChipS was always a leader. Even when he was a kid.

You have to respect that.

Commentor Memories Number 149 TItus hits the town

Titus couldn't meet me for drinks because he was going out with his buddies. It was casual Fridays and they like to let loose.

I think they went to Chippendales.

Just sayn'

Check out Curvy girls on Nuevo TV

There is a new plus size show on Nuevo that premiere last night called "Curvy Girls." It is a lot like "Big Sexy" as it is a sort of soap opera with plus size models instead of fashion show like "Big Brooklyn Style."

One of the things that is really interesting to us is that we see a bunch of people we know from the Plus industry on the show. The editor of Plus Model Magazine was on the first episode and it was amusing about how she talked about getting the industry to use "bigger" models but didn't hire the bigger girl that was on the show. Also the two con women who run "Full Figured Fashion Week" were on and were as sleazy as they ever were. It was a hoot.

When we displayed our line in the "Plus Fashion Night Out", Lisa got to meet Lorna Baez who is one of the stars of the show. She sat with Lisa and Nicki Gomez from "Big Sexy" as they all compared notes about how fucked up television production is and how they lie their fucking asses off. We talked about all three of them doing some Youtube videos which would link up the audiences of the three shows. I am setting up a Lee Lee's Channel and it will be out soon. Maybe we can generate some buzz. Their interaction was great and there was a lot of positive energy. And a lot of truth. Not TV bullshit. Maybe we can put some reality into reality TV.

Check out "Curvy Girls" if you get a chance. It is a fun harmless show. I wish them the best.

Whose this pig?

And why is he holding a piglet?

Now it is not one of our former commentor's who loves the Muslims so much that they would never touch a swine. Because as you can see this is not the case.

So who is this?

Commentor Memories nunmber 147: Sixty Grit has a shin dig!

Sixty hasn't been commenting lately as he has relatives visiting and he is entertaining this week.

Emerson

Commentor Memories Number 146: What ricpic was doing instead of going to shul on Rush-a-homa!

I mean the kid was precocious I tell ya!

Commentor Memories Number 145: Congratulations to the Crack Emcee on his Nuptials!

We haven't heard from our old friend the Crack Emcee but he has a good excues. He just got remarried to Miss Margene Hendrickson of Sandy Utah. It is a second marriage for both of them so let's wish them luck.

All the Best kids!

Burkes Law on ME TV!

One of the best shows ever and I mean ever for hot chicks was "Burke's Law." It will be playing on ME TV starting next week. Check out young and dewy Barbara Eden and Elizabeth Montgomery and a whole bunch of really hot chicks in really hot sixties duds with pointy tits and the works. Just sayn'

Highly recommended.

Commentor Memories 144: TMI from DBQ

Dust Bunny Queen said...

Wow. Go away for a few days and have hotel sex with your husband and see what you miss....or not miss on the internet.

Whose that girl?

She got banged by the subject of one of our recent posts.

And no it was not Lincoln.

Whose that girl?

I used to go to Washington DC every year.....

Welcome back chickenlittle who was in our nations capital.

Back in the late sixties and early seventies. You see I was in the Boy Scouts and every year our district set up a trip to Washington DC. Hugh Carey was the congressman in Park Slope and the Scout districts had just consolidated the neighborhoods of Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Brooklyn Heights and Park Slope. So Carey who was on the Armed Services committee got us free lodging at Fort Meade in Maryland so all we had to pay for was the bus ride down.

I got to see every place in DC there was to see. The White House. The Capitol. The Memorials. The Smithsonian. Everything.

But what the kids liked the best was staying in Fort Meade. You see right outside the door was an old fashioned Army Navy store. You could buy great shit there. Brass knuckles. Nuk Chucks or whatever they were called. Switchblades. Nazi shit. It was cooler than cool.

Of course now they would arrest everybody.

Especially if their soda was too big.

The America I knew is dead.

There are eight million stories in the Naked City

We have been really enjoying the ME TV shows that are just rebroadcasts of old shows from the 1950's, 1960's and 1970's.

Last night we really enjoyed the "Late Night Noir" that is on Sunday night. They have Peter Gunn and the "Fugitive" but best of all they have that old favorite of mine "The Naked City."

It was one of the first police procedural on TV and was the template for most of the shows that followed. The best part of it is the guest stars who would grow up to be big stars of their own shows later in life.

In this episode Oscar Madison (Jack Klugman) plays a guinea trucking executive whose wife sets up to get run over by a truck. Instead a little girl in her first communion dress got flattened. Last week they had Rip Torn and Tuesday Weld playing a rip off of Charlie Starkweather and Carol Fugate or whatever her name was. There are always great guest stars. This last one had James Farrentino playing one of the brothers and Michael Constantine from Room 222 playing the other brother Vito! What a hoot. It was funny how bad an actor Farrentino was in this episode. On the other hand Klugman was great. He played an Brooklyn Italian to the hilt and had the accent perfect. Plus you can't beat the cars and the fashion and the look of New York in the 1950's as it was all done on location. It was a lot of fun.

Beat the crap out of what was on regular TV.

Bar Freinds

Back in the day when I was bouncing around drinking and hitting bars every other night I had a lot of people I knew that I would call bar friends. They weren't real friends. You wouldn't have them to your house. You wouldn't bring them around your family. But when you walked in the bar you would get a big hello and maybe sit down and have a couple of pops and shoot the shit.

Every once in a while you would get someone who would transition to another status. Usually it involved sports. I mean you might play golf with them in the annual O"Rielly's golf tournament or go to a Yankee game or the fights.

Back in the day I used to hang in this place on Court St called Cousins. It was the only cool bar around. It had live jazz and a lot of girls and good food and the drinks gave a solid pour. When you were friends with Sol the bartender you got a lot of buybacks and shit so it was OK. There was everyone from Mafia guys to Wall St guys to teachers and sanitation men. Plus girls. Did I mention girls?

Any way there was this guy Tony who hung out at the bar. He was like king of the Bar. He knew everybody. He was always there with his wife who was sort of the Den Mother for all the unattached girls who sheltered under her wing. So it paid to be on her good side so to speak. Entertaining her idiot husband was one way to do that.  His nickname was Tony Loudmouth.

Tony was a sports guy like me. So we fell into conversation and ended up talking every time I came in the bar. Now Tony was a teacher. Which means you couldn't tell him anything. He knew it all. And would tell you so. But we had some great arguments about sports that most of the bar would join in. Tony was very sure of himself. Even in things he didn't know about. I mean he would lecture Wall St guys who made hundreds of thousand dollars a year on the market. They just laughed. We ended up going to a bunch of ball games together with a couple of other guys from the bar. It was funny though. Almost everyone I introduced him to would end up hating him on short acquaintance.  But I found him amusing. I mean I didn't rally care what he had to say. It was no skin off my nose. After all in the end he was just a bar friend. Not a true friend. Not a "Real Yankee" if you will.

Anyhow for a while we had tickets with a Sunday plan. He was part of it for four or five years. But we didn't like the plan because we only would get one playoff or World Series Tickets and it was always in the last row. In 1995 we lost to Seattle and I decided to switch to the every weekend night plan. Which meant you got the same seats for every game of the playoffs and World Series. I wanted to get four tickets so I got three other guys to chip in. But I cut Tony Loudmouth out of the group.

You see after a while it gets to be too much. He caused too many fights with other people. He made it all about him all the time. It just wasn't amusing anymore. So I cut him out like a cancer. Enough is enough. Sometimes you just have to cut people off and not be bothered with their bullshit anymore.

After all when all is said and done.....he is just a bar friend.

Thirsty For Beer

Whose that girl drinking beer?

Genesee beer commercial from the 70's

Schmidt's One Beautiful Beer Commercial

Football Sunday is coming up....

Here is something for Michael H and Allen S.

Michael Haz shares his collection....

I get photo's emailed to me all the time that youse guys want me to share with the congregation.

Michael Haz recently emailed me one from his personal porno collection.

This was the least risque.

 I don't think you want to see the one with the Kielbasa and the Kool Whip.

Just Sayn'

The Model Contest was very interesting....

Like most plus size events....the Plus Fashion Night Out had a bunch of people who were there for a specific reason. There were lines like us who were marketing our clothes. A woman hawking her self help book. A woman who donated a bunch of cake to publicize her bakery. And a bunch of girls who were competing in the plus size model contest.

In fact there were about thirty girls who tried out. Some had a great chance and some not so much. They had about twenty professional models at the show who were walking the runway. About three hours before the show they came to our room for a fitting. Lisa distributed the clothing and set them up in the order that she wanted them to go out.

This photo is three of about fifteen looks that we had in the show.

It worked out really well.

(More about the models in a bit)

Instant Replay-The Unedited Version

Coach Lombardi was really tough on us today. He had us doing wind sprints and one on one blocking drills. And of course the nutcracker drill.  Not the one that we did when the reporters were around. This nutcracker drill was where you tried to get past Fuzzy Thurston and he tried to grab your balls. That's why they called him "Fuzzy" you know. It was because of what was under his fingernails.

Coach was really pissed because we lost an exhibition game. To the dog ass Eagles. I mean everybody beat the shit out of the Eagles. So he was on the warpath.

Whenever the Coach was pissed he would put on his Giant's windbreaker and tell us he was ashamed of us. Ashamed of moving from the Big Apple to a piss ant one horse town in Cheese Country.That we weren't a real team like the Giants. He would go on and on about Mel Hein and Jim Lee Howell and kinds of crap till we were going crazy and banging our heads against the walls. Then we would go out and smash the other team.

And he would put his windbreaker away. Till the next time.

But he never stopped waving the Giants in our faces.

You see he would always be a Giant at heart.
(Instant Replay- The Unedited Edition, Jerry Kramer & Dick Schaap Random House 1968)

Plus Night Out, Fashion Week '12, Yotel Hotel NYC

Lisa's interview is about half way in this video. Also none of our clothes are shown in the clips. I have to post the full video of our show when I figure out how to do it.

Enjoy Michael H and Allen S.............

Enjoy it while it lasts boys.

See you in the NFC championship game.

Breaking the Barrier

BBC made two great shows this year!

You have to check out this new show on BBC America called "Copper."

It is set in NYC right after the Draft Riots of 1864-65. A Irish detective named Kevin Corcoran is the star. He is a crooked cop as are all the cops of the time. But the squalid condition of the Five Points Area and New York City itself are full documented. It is a lot like the move "Gangs of New York" and is really high quality TV.

You get to see high class miscreants who abuse and murder children, corruption and whores.

You know what? It is just like today's newspaper.

Highly recommended.

Rampart Base this is Rescue 51

We have been watching Emergency on the METV channel.

It is pretty funny. Watching the paramedics not use gloves. Taking an EKG. Doing the same thing in every single case from a heart attack to a broken leg. It is just hilarious.

I never knew how much we have learned from Doctor shows on TV.

Plus Julie London.

How can you go wrong?

Whose that girl?

Just so you know she is the top reality star of the moment right now.

But she is not a law professor in Wisconsin.

Just sayn'

September 11, 2012

Today is always a tough day. At least for those of us who remember what happened. A lot of people have blocked it out of their mind. They don't care and just minimize it because it is old news. Like Pearl Harbor. Or the Alamo. Or the battleship Maine.

But it is a lot harder for those of us who live in New York. The World Trade Center is not just a tourist attraction to us. It was part of our everyday lives. You were in it all the time as it was a transportation hub. I mean I used to take the train to the World Trade Center three or four times a week to meet my buddies who walked on Wall St for drinks at the Seaport. I would get out and walk across the lobby especially in cold weather and come out on Trinity Place. We would hit Branigans or the Pig and Whistle or Volks and start drinking before heading over to the seaport.

I would go the New York State tax office to get forms all the time. We didn't have the internet back then where you could download forms so you had to go get them to fill them out by hand. I had a couple of audits there as well.

They had a great bookstore in one of the lobby's on the North End. For some reason they had a great poetry department and I got a lot of Yeats and Seamus Heaney volumes there. I would always stop even on the way to get loaded. One of the clerks who was always so helpful was lost in the towers.

There is a joint on Court St that makes me think of 911 every time I pass it. It was owned by a brother and a sister who got in a big fight. He was the chef and she was the business end. They fought so much that she quit and got a great new job. Banquet manager at Windows on the World. She was working there for two weeks before the first plane hit. Her brother never recovered. This other restaurant guy took advantage of his grief and weaseled his way into the joint and ran it into the ground. Now it is a crappy sort of joint called
"Karloff's" which serves brunch and crap. Every time I pass that place I think of them and what happened.

So I try not to dwell to much on it. I mean you have to go live your life. You can't be obsessed with it. Just remember it. Don't forget especially on this day. Say a prayer for those who passed. Remember people like Father Judge who gave their lives helping others.

Downtown will never be the same for some of us. No matter how many years ago it was.

Remembrance of Things Pabst

We get to the Woburn Marriott at about 3pm on Friday and we are starving. But of course they don't serve lunch. They have a businessman's breakfast buffet from 7 to 9 am and serve a limited menu for dinner from 6 to 10pm. So we are shit out of luck.

I go to the concierge to ask for some restaurants in the neighborhood. Now this chick was bad news. She had half eye shadow on. That means she had thick black eye shadow on half of her eye lid and nothing on the rest. The wife thought it was something that the kids must be doing today. I thought her father must of rubbed it off. With his dick.

Anyway she gives me a list with about twenty restaurants on it. Now the deal is the hotel shuttle will take you to anyone of these joints but it only runs once an hour. It will pick you up anytime but only goes out once an hour. Luckily it leaves at 3pm so we are ok. I look at the list and see three joints all with the "North End" in the title. Now the North End is the Italian section of Boston and I figure the might be ok so I say "Which of these three Italian places is the best?" She goes "Well I love this Mexican place because Chipolte is the best. Or you can go to the Salty Dog Bar it's really great. You can drink and have wings and sex with ten guys in the bathroom and everything. It's my favorite place." "Yeah thanks a lot there."

So I decide to just guess and I pick this place called "Felicia's of the North End."  I figure what the fuck let's give it a try.

First of all the shuttle is a bus which is pretty filthy. The wife has to climb up stairs to get in and she is not happy. The driver doesn't even know where the place is so he stops in the middle of the block and asks around. It turns out it is at the end of Main St. Now one of the reasons I picked it was because it was on Main St. I figured it had to be the "Main St." you know what I mean? But it wasn't much of a street. An auto parts store. A nail parlor. A gas station. I felt like an exile. So to speak.

Anyhoo the front of the joint is a huge window and all you see is the dirty Venetian blind closed tight. Not promising but what the hell. The wife is on the phone complaining so I go in to check it out. It had a bar in the front and a dining area on the side. It looked like your typical meatball and spaghetti joint. Just like Red Rose on Smith St. And you know that's what it was.

We sit down and it is that deadly time between lunch and dinner. Our waitress is a Boston Irish lady with a wicked accent. Just what you want to hear when you order guinea food right?

But she was OK. We ordered some cocktails to start and they did make some great drinks. Then some wine. The wife had stuffed mushrooms which were very nice. They had a nice zing of lemon and a creamy top that must have been ricotta so they were good. I had the pasta fragiole and it was nice. I ordered a bowl but she only gave me the smaller portion because she said that the main course would be too much. It also came with a salad with a nice cheese dressing. The wine list had a lot of very reasonable choices so I picked a nice robust Chianti and it went down great with dinner.

The entrees were indeed huge. Served over Angel Hair pasta the wife had Chicken Sorreinto and I had Veal Piccata. Now it was heavily battered and the pasta was pretty soupy so it was tough going. I had absolutely no complaint about the size of the portion or the value but I could only eat half of it as it was just too much. Not good enough for you to finish it but no so bad that you didn't want it. Just like Red Rose. Good robust Italian food with big portions just not prepared properly. That's all.

Then the fun began.

You see we had to hang because what were we gonna do? Go back to the Fleabag hotel. I ordered another bottle of wine and had them box up the leftovers. Then I do what I always do. I ordered off the menu. I ordered a plate of meat and cheese and olives and figs and other  stuff. It was a piss poor effort but at least they tried. We got some prosciutto and some soppressate and some mozzarella and a few olives. They didn't have any figs or walnuts or other cheeses. But we lived with it and had our wine. This was in lieu of dessert. At the end of the meal I ordered a double espresso and a snifter of anisette. So all in all we enjoyed ourselves. Mainly because of the floor show.

You see the clientele of this joint skewed very old. Or we were just there for the blue plate special. Although it was still really old after nine o'clock so I don't think the youngster came in for a late night snack. There was a table of octogenarians at the next four top and they were pretty funny. I said to the wife "They look like swingers from the seventies. Or maybe they are swingers in their seventies. Look they are throwing the keys to their Little Rascal scooters into the middle of the table!"

Then there the photo's on the wall were amazing! You ever go in a joint and they have signed head shots from the famous people who dined there? Now this place supposedly was in in it's third location. So it had some shots from the fifties up till today. Some were pretty funny. Like the one of a young Teddy Kennedy in a denim workshirt squeeze the tit of the grandma who owned the joint thirty years ago. But some of the photos were really crazy.  I mean there was a photo of Elvis! But when I looked closer I realized that it was an Elvis impersonator! Holy shit. Half of the photos were of impersonators. Dean Martin. Frank Sinatra. Michael Dukakis. What the fuck?

Anyway we enjoyed a few bottles of wine and had some laughs. They did move us three times because they couldn't figure out how to accommodate people unless it was exactly how they always did it. So we had to move a couple of times. But what the hell? When you are in Mass do what the Massholes do I guess.

I left a very nice tip and we climbed into the nasty van for the ride back to the Hell Hole Hotel.

WHERE THE FUCKIN BAR CLOSED AT ELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok I admit I made a mistake......

You see I went by the recommendation of the people having the wedding. I should have stayed in downtown Boston and just got a car to drive me to the wedding. Then I could have enjoyed the city. I guess.

We were stuck in Woburn which is just like Long Island. Suburbs. Everything closes.

And I will never stay in a Marriott again. Man did that place suck. The bed was rock hard and the smoke alarm flashed all night. The AC sucked and it soaked the carpet. Since this was a business man's hotel I would be afraid to shine a blue light because the entire place is probably soaked in splooge.

We thought we would go to the pool but it looked green. I mean it had algae and it wasn't even outside.

The breakfast was the worst shit I ever ate in my life. No I take that back. I had a horrible burger in a strip club in 1985 that was worse than the omelet I had here. But it was close.

We only got two towels. Bath towels you see. Now that just doesn't work. So I did what I always do. I went out and tracked down the housekeeper and slipped her a twenty and she gave me about twenty towels so we were covered. But it was a close run thing.

We had a major catastrophic incident on the second day we were there. There a lip on the bottom of the credenza in the room and somehow the wife chipped off the nail polish on her big toe. Man that was fucked up. For me.

You see the wife is wearing an open toe shoe to the wedding and of course the big chip sticks right out. So we have to find a nail parlor to get the toe fixed before we can go to the wedding. We go on-line and find one in Melrose and we get a cab there. While we are there the wife get a shampoo and blow out and it fuckin takes forever. I mean I am supposed to meet our ride back at the hotel as we a going with another couple. But we are going to be late as this shit was taking forever. And we still had to get dressed and all.

What a fucking fiasco!

Plus we had to wait twenty five minutes for a cab as there was only one in town. What the fuck?

Sorry about that Packer's Fans

Hey it is only one game. Just like the Giants. You only lost the opener. I bet you will make back to the playoffs. Maybe even to the championship game.

Where the Giants will beat your loser asses again.

Look at the bright side Packer fans.

At least you don't root for the Patriots.

Did I tell you recently that the New York Giants won the Super Bowl?

(Titus and Haz before the game at San Fran)

BOSTON SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me count the ways.

No strike that from the record.

There is no way to count the ways because it sucks in so many, many ways.

I spent the worst ten years of my life in the weekend I spent in Massachusetts. It was abysmal.

I just found out that Tim emailed me but I didn't have my computer with me so I didn't get the message. If we could have met up it would definitely have mitigated this disaster but unfortunately it was not to be.

I will have many posts lamenting the torture that I had to endure but I would like to start with one of the worst.

The bar in the hotel closed at eleven. Eleven PM. You know. The hour before midnight. Not at Four in the morning. Not at Two in the morning. NOT AT FUCKIN" MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! AT ELEVEN A FUCKING CLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM STUCK IN MASSACHUSETTS AND I CAN"T GET A FUCKIN" DRINK!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You see the wife and I went out to have an adventure were our late afternoon lunch turned into a safari because we were afraid to leave the restaruant but we figured we could go back to the hotel bar for a nightcap or three.

Did I mention?

THE FUCKIN" BAR CLOSED AT ELEVEN O"FUCKIN CLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We get there in time to order a couple anyways. Now let me tell you about liberal Massachusetts. We are sitting at the bar and this black dude comes in with his white lady. She goes to sit down at a lounge table and he goes to the bar and orders three drinks. Two beers and a shot. The bar bitch goes " I can only give two drinks at a time unless there is someone with you." So he has to get his girl so he can get his drinks. He pays his money. Then an older white dude comes up and orders four drinks. And she gives them to him with no problemo! I had to laugh. 

Anywho there were four weddings at this hotel. Or rather four parties of people who were going to weddings staying there. It must be the cheap place for weddings to get blocks of rooms so their cheap ass relatives from Buttfuck Oklahoma can pay for a fucking room. In a hotel with A FUCKIN" BAR THAT CLOSES AT ELEVEN O"FUCKIN CLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These two dudes come up to order drinks. Since they were white they got to get three apiece. Somehow the conversation turns to football. And this one dick can only say that Eli Manning is a piece of shit. I pointed out to him that he seemed to have beat the Pats both times he played them. He tells me it wasn't Eli but it was his team. I said dude "He had a completely different team both times they played. Different receivers. Different running backs. Different line. Really the only thing that was the same was Eli. But he had nothing to do with it right?" But this douche couldn't see it. They wanted to talk about stats. Dan Marino's name came up. And I said like I always say "show me a guy who talks about his stats and I will show you a loser. You know. Like Ted Williams." Even the pip squeak bar bitch had to join in and tell me how Eli wasn't an "elite" player because he didn't have the stats. You think she would have thought about that because the Massholes left a $2 tip. Whatever! Even the black guy chimed in as he was getting his three drinks even though he had to bring his girl back to the bar to get them. "You can't dog Marino just because he never won a Super Bowl. I mean Doug Williams won one and you can't say he was an Elite player." I says "Well that don't count because that was affirmative action man." He laughed and I bought him and his girl a drink. The Massholes kept griping and Eli wasn't just a piece of shit but a "wicked piece of shit." I said whatever you say dudes I just want to play you guys again in the Super Bowl because I know we will win again. Cause the only thing that counts is pelts on the pony. The rest is bullshit.

Then of course it was ELEVEN O"FUCKIN CLOCK AND IT WAS LAST CALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So we had to go upstairs to our rock hard mattress and lousy air conditioning and a smoke alarm that kept flashing a light all night that made you feel like you were having a stroke!!!

This was the first night.