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?
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That's it. Those refs stink. Now I am going to boycott football.
Until Sunday.
Not game-watching fan here, but it sounds to me like the miscalls etc., are deliberate. At least, the ref's cause has nothing to lose by making shitty calls under these circumstances.
Fur or foul, it's all game to sum.
I'm going to Padres game today.
Screw football.
My BMW looks like it's been shot at and shit on. Mostly shit on, as it's 22 yrs old and white.
That's only because you insist on parking at Occupy Wall St. protests dude.
And shitting on 22 years old is what Sly Stallone did when he invented the Cleveland Steamer.
I heard garage's beemer got roughed up by some bison at a Nat'l Park involving rough outdoor sex.
What. How do we known that's the real garage? I don't recognize him without his warpaint.
That comment was not stupid enough to have been written by Garbage.
Sixty, Garage's IQ has increased as he has drifted from the Princess of Madison.
Tough crowd.
We'll be here all week.
My BMW looks like it's been shot at and shit on. Mostly shit on, as it's 22 yrs old and white.
That's the standard Beemer. The 2009-12 O series reverses the process and shits on 22-year-olds of all colors.
(Apologies for political stuff, but holding that one in would've been painful.)
Whatcha drinkin', garage? I'm buyin'
I try to avoid most of Troop's anti-Packer stuff.
It's hate speech.
He is transgendered now, so his IQ may only be 5 sigmas below the mean.
Clearly, that's not the real Garbage, there is no avatar of his "life partner". He is the princess of Madison.
Since I am a gentleman, I would like to state that my offer to have shots with him still stands.
Thanks chickelit, I'll take a double IPA.
We just got home from my daughter's wedding in the Twin Cities. I went to the restaurant on Monday to make sure we were square on the tab. One of the bartenders from Saturday night came up to me and asked, "Where were your guests from, Wi...they drank more beer than I've ever served @ a wedding." I chuckled and told him some were from Wi., but most were Gophers. We had folks from Spain, Austria, and all 4 time zones. We had Charger, Broncos, Bear, Packer, Viking, Ravens, Titans, Cowboy and Jet fans. There was a Giant's fan there but he was washing dishes.
Sixty
I'd definitely do some shots with you someday. I wouldn't miss that shit for the
world!
I have a 328xi 2011 beamer, black, with black leather interior. Fully loaded, natch.
It's fab but the rare clumber can fuck it up sometime with all the drooling.
Every car in my fab loft parking lot is either beamer or mercedes....and one honda accord-that's the subsidized couple. Fucking Cambridge. In any condo development with over 10 units one grossy gets a place-1/2 the price and condo fee and double the headache-if you know what I mean. I always give them a crusty when I walk out the building. Their unit is by the front door. And at more than one time I have had to ring their buzzer at 3:00 a.m. because I was walking my trick out and forgot my keys-I feel it their obligation to open the fucking door for me any time I fucking demand it.
Finally, I have been ripping out some prime grade A farts today-almost acid smelling-just horrendous. I wish I could lift my leg on all you and share the odor-that would be hot. While I was doing it I would "waft" the smell into your faces and say "drink it bitch".
tits.
Wow, nd, congrats to the Father of the Bride!
So, did you manage to keep it to 150 guests?
I am thinking 5.56 x 45. But .410 at close range would work, too.
I am beginning to believe that you are the real Garbage - only someone as fucking stupid as you are would have fallen for that line twice.
Titus just keeps trolling me through life. Sometime I think some Ed Norton type shit is going on from Fight Club.
I feel it their obligation to open the fucking door for me any time I fucking demand it.
When I lived in Germany years ago I lived in an old mansion along the Ruhr river. The house was from 1912 and had three floors and an attic; a basement and a subterranean bomb shelter. My flat was three rooms: the old master bedroom (my living room), the dressing room (my bedroom), and the master bathroom which was like 30 sq meters. All the ceiling were 3-4 meters, natch. There was an adjacent balcony which overlooked a huge backyard.
Downstairs, right off the main front door was a tiny one room footman's appartment. He had a small window he could look out to see who he would let in or not.
If you were so fucking smart you should have already known it was me, Gramps.
Thanks, ChipS. Yes we did..147! It was @ an Iranian restaurant in downtown Minneapolis. The place is owned by immigrant brother/sister but the old man is often there @ the bar. He reminds me of some of my old uncles. He drinks Persian coffee and hold court @ the bar. He hate Iran's "pipsqueek president" and thinks Obama is naive in dealing w/ him.
The food was great. Appetizers were lamb flatbread, hummus flatbreads, and marinated steak. Dinner was fire roasted vegetables and rice w/ either sea bass, chicken or tenderloin..all fire roasted. I got nothing but big compliments. My only edict for this wedding was it had to be great food, not wedding food but great food. I remember my drinking days so I ordered some of their flatbread pizza for the party animals still dancing @ 11pm. It hit the spot.
My bad, I mean Tim. I'm still recuperating physically and the financial recovery will take a bit.
Well, I'll say it now--congratulations, Nick! Sounds like the reception was a blast. You've probably mentioned this before, but was this the first of your offspring to get married?
Giving 'sconnies an open bar? You do like to live dangerously.
But I'll bet you did a background check on the fiancé´ anyway.
Hey, nd, I don't mind getting mixed up with Chip S ;-)
Sonds like a blast. Best wishes all around.
And I love the 147. Spencer Tracy is jealous!
ChipS, Thanks and yes, she's the first[age 25]. Our older son[age 27 is probably going to get married soon]. The son-in-law is a great guy..a "murse"[male RN] as he calls himself. And yes..an open bar was costly but made for a lot of fun..no loud assholes and lots of dancing. When you feed folks throughout the evening it helps keep down the craziness. I learned that from my uncle who owned a restaurant and catering biz. The pizza late in the evening was the cheapest item and paid dividends, w/ sobering folks up a bit. Actually having good appetizers during the cocktail hour helped also..gnoshing and drinking is good..not eating and chugging is very bad. You need to teach youths how it's done, otherwise the assholes win.
I find it challenging yet amusing to watch straighties dance at weddings.
The stereotype is generally true, fags can dance. But don't call us to fix your car.
tits.
At the last wedding I went to I only left my table to get another martini at the open bar. Dancing would've just slowed me down.
Luckily it was a short stagger back to the inn. It was up near TTB, now that I think of it.
I never attend anything. I just send a check.
tits.
I think of weddings as grindr for straights.
For the first time ever in my life I saw a Tombstone pizza at a supermarket in Mass.
I never have saw them here.
Tombstone's are everywhere, I mean everywhere in Wisconsin, but not on the east coast.
I used to love coming home from school and chowing down on a small cheese tombstone frozen pizza.
Do any of you have favorite frozen pizzas?
Now, I will have a Kashi frozen pizza. You know because it is cool to carry Kashi in the supermarket, even if it is a pizza.
Now let's see some fucking tits in the place.
Finally, do we all hate Allie now? Am I next? Does Mamam feel a little redemption?
tits.
Happy Birthday, Trooper!
Congrats, Nick, and hello garage, and what's this? TY's birthday? Well, happy birthday, TY, which one is this?
I am now the speed limit. 55.
Happy double nickels, Troop!
Do any of you have favorite frozen pizzas?
I turn my nose up at all frozen pizzas except Maitre Pierre Tarte D'Alsace from Trader Joe's. This can be enjoyed with a vin blanc, natch.
Happy b-day, Troop. I think I read somewhere that 55 marks the beginning of middle age, which means that you must have a killer party tonight.
Tim, if you're still here, have a look at this TY comment back link.
Deborah was looking for some links you put up a while ago here on TY. This turned into a lengthy comment exchange (by my standards) at my blog. You could do her a real favor. Thought I'd bring this up one more time before it fades....
chickelit got here first with the chump change!! I was busy looking up speed signs for something suggestive and the best that came up was "speed hump".
Whatever your birthday involves, here's hoping the day and year ahead will hold be a good one!
Happy Birthday to TY and the man behind the name!
I always give them a crusty
This being a special day and all, maybe Titus will deliver another crusty!!!
@Tim,
Thanks for responding!
Chckelit: I've been trying to find the post Deborah was referring to, but I can't do a Google advanced search of Trooper's blog— I think because it's private—so, while I vaguely remember the post, I don't know where it is.
I spent a lot of my lunch "hour" yesterday looking for it. No luck. Today is the last shipping day of the month, and I'm in the dreaded manufacturing sector, so, between days that start at 5:30 AM and end at 7:30 PM (if I'm lucky), and an average of 4-1/2 hours sleep a night, I hope people will understand my offhanded relationship with social media.
One advantage of this is I have very little new on my mind. I'm thinking the piece I linked was probably Johannes Ciconia's "Una Pantera," or maybe John Dunstaple's "Quam pulchra est." These have been just about the only pieces of really "early" music I've shared online in the past year.
These pieces are interesting, because they illustrate the shift from the late Middle Ages to the Renaissance that happened in music, just as it did in other arts. "Una Pantera" was written for the visit of a diplomatic mission from Lucca to Padua in June, 1399 to conclude a military alliance. It refers to the ancient mascot and symbol of Lucca, an armored panther, the gift of Mars according to legend. The music is complex and strange, the last gasp of the late Medieval Ars Nova, sometimes known as the Ars Subilitor for its complicated rhythm and elaborate word play.
Put the image of the Pink Panther out of your mind, if you can, and think of this music sung at a banquet in a large Italian Gothic hall, resplendent with gilt-embroidered tapestries, flags bearing the arms of the nobles of Padua and Lucca, white-clothed tables, servants in green-and-gold livery carrying silver plates and pitchers of wine, greyhounds lounging on the stone floor near the enormous carved marble fireplace at the far end of the hall, and finally, just before the last wine is served, the singers presented to perform this finely-wrought piece of flattery from the nobility of Padua to their counterparts from Lucca. Petrarch was only recently dead, but men still tried their hand at poetry and diplomacy, and the music was so much more artful than the simple, paltry stuff from the Poet's day.
Less than 30 years later, Duke Philip ("the Good") of Burgundy really admired the new, sweet music of his allies, the English, and he would have none other than the contenance angloise in his Chapel. (He didn't mind having that pain-in-the-butt nutcase, Joan of Arc, burnt by the English, either.) John Dunstaple, the leading English composer, as a poetic chronicle of the time says, taught the Burgundians, then Flemish and even the French to sing in this new way. It spread to Italy and the rest of Europe, both in Church music and high-class secular music. In technical terms, this new music used harmonies based on well-tuned thirds and what we call the dominant-tonic relationship. These concepts became the basis of all subsequent music in the Western world, even the crap music you listen to this very day. Oddly enough, it was all dreamt up and became super trendy in the 1420's, the few short years during which Masaccio in Italy painted the first images using true perspective. Europe went from Giotto painting beautiful but weird-looking Medieval pictures and Ciconia composing beautiful but weird Medieval music, to Dunstaple's smooth-sounding music and Masaccio's naturalistic frescos and van Eyk's photorealistic oil paintings, all within about 40 years.
Welcome to the Renaissance.
The Italians and the French (well, the Burgundians and Flemish, but close enough) gave us art, but the British Invasion, just like the Beatles and Rolling Stones, but 540 years earlier, gave us the music.
And they say John Dunstaple looked a lot like John Lennon.
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