Tyler Perry's "White House of Pain."

Michelle Obama: (walking in back from the Executive office building) Mama I‘m home!
Marian Robinson (Michelle’s mom) Thank God you are home. Your Auntie Madea is on the warpath. You best get that skinny ass half a cracker husband of yours up here.
Michelle Obama: Now Mama don’t start that up again, what’s the problem this time. I am very tied. The press has been killing us about the healthcare act. They keep saying Barry lied. Of course he lied. He always lies. I mean he lied about being born in America. He lied about not being a Muslim. He even lied to me about being straight. The boy can’t stop lying. What difference does it make now?
Marian Robinson: Who cares, we have bigger problems. Your Auntie Madea is on the warpath. She just got a notice from Blue Cross that her insurance is canceled. And she had the good policy that included hair removal. You know she be one hairy bitch.
Michelle Obama (picks up phone) Oh Mama, please…..this is Barry’s problem….let him deal with it…….Hi, can you ask the President to come upstairs right away. Thank you.
President Barrack Obama: (Comes rushing in) Is everything OK? Are the girls all right?
Michelle Obama: My mother wants to talk to you.

President Barrack Obama: (mutters under his breath) Oh crap. What now!

Marian Robinson: What did you say you skinny assed fool?

President Barrack Obama: Nothing Mother. You do know that I am President of the United States. I have been elected twice now. You might show me just a little respect.

Marian Robinson: You better watch your ass bean pie eating half a mo. I know where you keep your birth certificate and I can give still send of a copy to that nice Eskimo lady if you don’t watch your ass. She could even get a new reality show out of it. “I Didn’t Know I Was A Kenyan!”

President Barrack Obama: Now mother please, I am very busy. I have to get my speech ready for congress. I have to explain why everything is the fault of the dirty insurance companies and those rascally Republicans.

Marian Robinson: Who cares about those damn fools when you messed Auntie Madea’s Blue Cross. It just got canceled. We been talking all day to her boyfriend Leon out in Oakland who is laid up with a bad back. Who be paying for his chiropractor and yoga lessons now you big dummy!

Madea: (rushes into the room) There he is that fool boy. I told Marian that you never would amount to nuthin. First you raise my taxes and now you made me lose my medical. What the hell is amatter wich you boy! Do I got to take a skillet to you head now! How am I gonna pay for my electraizis or my reuhmatiz medicine or Leon’s back rubs from that nice Filipino lady from Woodstock. How am I gonna pay for that? ANSWER ME FOOL!

President Barack Obama: Auntie Madea, what are you talking about? I didn’t cancel your plan the insurance company did. Their plans were just not up to the standards we set. You can get a better plan. Just go on the computer for a couple of days and I am sure you can get something much better.

Madea: You damn fool! My insurance man told me I have to buy a plan that covers pregnancy and prostrate and Viagra or I can’t get it. Why the hell does an old lady need that there for you half a cracker moron. AND I GOT TO PAY $2,000 MORE A YEAR! Your white half must be really dumb. Who was your Mama anyway? Rosemary Kennedy?
President Barack Obama: I don’t have to take this from you Madea, I am the President (he flees out of the room).

Madea: Where you going you pansy ass fool? Marian get my five iron. I got’s to make this right. I gonna play a par three on his skinny ass.

Congratulations to Lem who got to see tonight what he never thought he would ever see!

His Red Sox won another Championship.
Congratulations!
(Also ChipS and Tim and all the other deluded Red Sox Fans)

Hell needs a New PA Announcer

(Lucifer strides into Hell in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt smoking a cigar and scratchinghis balls. He does that a lot. That's why they call him old scratch)
Lucifer: How the fuck are you Forcas? Aah who the fuck am I kidding I don't give a shit. I'm back from vacation so let's get to work.
Forcas:Vacation? I thought you were sick my Dread Lord. You seem to have lost a lot of weight.

Lucifer: Yeah. My black heart started to fail. It filled up with water and goo and shit. I had to get a pacemaker. You believe that shit. At least I got to go to Long Island College Hospital. That was as close to Hell as you can get. I felt right at home. Who do we have coming down the pipe.

Forcas: Well we have several new candidates you can choose from. There is the former receptionist for Dr. Hartley. She just got here.

Lucifer: Really. Why is she here? Oh yeah. She used to give Peter Bonerz a rim job. The big guy really hates Jerry Bonerz. I mean you know he hates him when he puts “boner” in his name. Nah she sucks. And not in a good Linda Lovelace way. Who else do you have?

Forcas: We have rock and roll icon and famous junkie Lou Reed. He came down on the express lane of the highway to hell.

Lucifer: Holy shit! I hate that junkie motherfucker. He is the worst musician that ever lived. He makes Vanilla Ice look like Frank Sinatra. He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Or his liver in a bucket for that matter. Get him in here right now!

Forcas: Right away Sire.

Lou Reed: (slides down the stairwell to hell and tumbles at the feet of Satan and his right hand fallen angel Forcas. He blearily rolls over as he had crushed the syringe in his arm and the cigarette he was holding) What the fuck...where am I? Am I high?
Lucifer: You are in Hell Lou! Welcome. I bet you thought you were in Hell all the times the times you had to blow Andy Warhol and he couldn’t get it up. I mean you know you have no talent and you only got on stage or in the movies when you gave Paul Morrisey the rusty trombone. Well you are in the real place now buddy. Hell. The fiery pit. What do you have to say for yourself you junkie punk?
Lou Reed: How the fuck did I end up in Hell? I was a true progressive and a good man even if I liked to get high. I invented punk rock for crying out loud.
Lucifer: You didn’t invent shit you loser. The Ramones and Television invented punk rock. And a bunch of English faggots. You were just a punk and a poser.
Lou Reed: This can’t be right. You ain’t the man. I have rights.
Lucifer: You ain’t got shit asshole. Lucky for you I can’t stand you fucking shitty music. I mean what the fuck am I? A deluded menopausal twat in the Midwest who listens to her old records and remembers when her twat wasn’t crusted shut and her boyfriends were more interested in her pussy than stray dogs. You make me sick. Forcas!
Forcas: Yes Sire. (two burly demons drag Low away and dump in a pit ) What do you want done with him.
Lucifer: Oh I don’t know. Tell you what. Put him on KP. Let him go wash Joseph Smith’s magic plates and knives that Sweeny Todd uses. Just don’t let him near a guitar.
Forcas: Yes sire.
Lucifer: Oh and one more thing get Billy Holliday, Harriet Tubman and Lena Horne.
Forcas: Yes my Dread Lord. What would you demand of them.
Lucifer: Have them stand over the pit and piss on Lou Reed. I want to hear the colored girls go Wee.

Celebrity Camel Toe Corner

You don't need any basic instinct to have total recall of the best Sharon Stone scene you ever saw.

She just had to get over her camel toe obsession.

Garage Mahal's Road Kill Korner!

Garage has been heard from. He wished me well and sent me some of his best road kill recipes.

It is just hard to get the ingredients.

"First find a dead cow in the middle of the road."

Seven days in November

Oval Office Wednesday November 9, 2016

“Well the election results are in Mr. President” said Jay Carney “It’s a replay of Bush vs Gore.”

“What do you mean Jay?” said the President as he played with his Blackberry. It was never too early to work on his NCAA brackets. “Spell it out for me please.”

“Hillary won the popular vote but it seems that maniac Ted Cruz won the electoral. They are contesting Florida in court and demanding a recount. So it is still up in the air.”

“Either way the country loses Mr. President” piped up Valarie Jarrett who was commonly referred to as Rasputin behind her back. As much for her facial hair as her Svengali like powers over the lazy Chief executive. “Your agenda and legacy will be trashed by either of them. That racist Cruz will destroy Obama care and wipe out Food Stamps and clean energy. He will be a disaster. The Tea Party will destroy this country and everything we have built. Hillary will be worse. After the way she attacked us and threw you under the bus about Benghazi you know she is going to let loose the dogs to investigate everything that happened during our time of office. We can’t let that happen. It will be a witch hunt. And who is a bigger witch than Hillary?”

“Listen to them Barry” intoned his wife Michelle as she flexed her arm muscles and broke a walnut. She was not referred to as Rasputin even though in fact she actually was a beard. “We have to think outside the box. I mean who says we really have to step down when the country is in chaos? Either one of those damn fools will destroy the America that we have built.”

“Yes that’s true” murmured the distracted President as he tried to figure out how to get the PGA standings on his phone. “Bring me some options on what we can do. But first I have one important question. Jay?”

“Yes sir?”

“What is my tee time today?”

(to be continued}

Whose that turtle?

I mean the things she did with that turtle. She is a sinner not a saint let me tell you. Even though she is a southern belle she is famous for her work in the north. Near the water.

Whose that turtle? Er... I mean girl?

Dog photos that Meade does not want you to see

It's the Canine centipede! Everything goes in Madison.

That's why he brings the lube and his instamatic to the dog run!

Everybody remembers their lunch box fondly

Even Meade. He sent this photo of his old lunch box to Chickie when he did that post about lunchboxs at Lem's joint.

Luckily he spared us.

On the other hand I will spare you nothing.

It does explain a lot. Just sayn'

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Our Mr. January is the one and only Cody Jarrett. He has told us that he is called Jesus by his friends because of his hair situation.

We prefer to think of him as the "It" guy.

He just has to watch out who he is dating. Because then he would be on another site. Just sayn'

We have to get a haircut

This is the instagram montage of my haircut.

Nowadays everything we do is immortalized and recorded.

I feel like Jesus.

Except he got to have long hair.

This was my lunch box in the first grade

If some kid brought it to school now they would call out the SWAT team.

It is worth about $700 now.

Whose that junkie?

She is viewed as a saint but in reality was just another junkie. Supposedly influential she could not carry a tune and was partially deaf. Her music sucked as she often did which helped her immensely in her career.

Her real mostly unknown claim to fame is that she was born in the Town without Pity and got to know both Sgt. Carter and Beretta.

Whose that junkie whore?

Hey I can no more control the election than Coach Reeves can control the inbounds play.

Look I know you want to give me shit about De Blasio wining the mayoralty but what do I have to say about it. I am totally outnumber here.

Besides he was a shoe-in when everybody found out his son was Coolidge from the White Shadow. His kids are in every commercial and have won the election for him.

Frenchy Fuquas's Explains it All

Yo boyz sorry I don't be around lately. But I was way depressed. You see I hurt my back bending over backwards to justify my boys Obama's fuck up in that medical bullshit. I threw my fuckin back out and am laid up. Plus my landlord wants to evict me and I am hiding out. She is freaking dentist and you knows I hate dentists. They are cult. They put that floride in the water to keep the black man down.

Anyways there wasn't much to talk about. My Steelers and Giants have been getting beat like Chris Browns bitch when she wouldn't take it up the ass. But now things are looking up. I means the Steelers played well and lost but they are getting. My man Eli won the last two games without an interception and they are on their way. They one a bunch of games in a row on the road when Eli won his first Super Bowl. They have a bye and some easy games coming up. I mean the Cowboys are falling apart and of course the Giants have the Packers number. They be the most overrated team in the league.

Best thing the Jets got slaughted. Now that's fun.

Do you hear the footsteps?

Whose that author?

Boys. Yes, boys come next. After the blood the boys come. Like sniffing dogs, grinning and slobbering, trying to find out where that smell is. That...smell!

I remember when a haircut was a big deal

Unlike the dogs that Meade molests I am on a short leash

The wife is keeping me on a short leash. She doesn't want me to sneak off and rob a pizza store or something. So on our way back home from the doctor yesterday she made me get a haircut. We were walking past the place and my

We go in and I get my usual 1970's razor cut. I tell Damien to be careful because I am taking blood thinners and I don't want to bleed out in the barber chair. He actually puts in a new razor which he hasn't done since 2007. Anyway he was talking in his usual mixture of broken English and Italian. Funny enough he has a pacemaker too! It seems everybody that enjoys Italian food has a pacemaker.

After we left the wife said "What a nice man." "Yeah he is a good guy. He finally got over moving from Washington DC and leaving the priesthood. That was a real pain in the neck." As usual nobody had any idea what I was talking about.

I am trying to work a little bit each day

So each day I try to do a little bit more. Last Thursday I sat on a chair in the middle of the store and opened up and unpacked all the new pocketbooks and handbags.

Guess what? One of them is named the "Darcy" It is the little black and white number I am holding in the photo.

How come Darcy never told us she was a pocketbook. Jeez

I know that fool Crack tries to call me a Raciist

But we hire all kinds of people at the shop. In fact I am sure I had more black employees work for me than there are black people in the state of Wisconsin.

It's not just that. We pride ourselves on getting everyone on our website. Look at this chick. She is an honest to goodness Eskimo. From Alaska. She put on some clothes to model for the website.

Talk to me when you hire a fucking Eskimo. Just sayn'

Dog Photo's that Meade does not want you to see.

Meade likes to go up to every big dog he sees and tries to get some Scooby treats.

When they see him coming they all go:"Rut-row there's that perv again!"

I had a Doctor appoint today so I thought I would bring my new skinny head

I had a Doctor appointment with the new guy today which looks like it is going to be a regular thing. The gizmo is working perfectly and we are regulating my meds so I can work towards an ablation in the next couple of months.
When we were finished we went for a walk down Atlantic Avenue. I loved walking in the sun. Jeez I sound like I am a hundred fuckin' years old.
Anywho we went to this little bistro we found last week. The owner was a very pregnant white girl who made the omelet you see to spec. That is very little oil and not salt. It was the first outside food since the hospital and it was delicious.
So we stop outside but the girl is not there. There is some bald headed Ali Baba Arab guy behind the counter. But we said screw lets go in we can always just have tea.
Turns out he is the husband of the girl and a very nice guy. They had the baby two weeks early and now he has to work ten hour shifts. But he was very happy. We do what we always do and got his whole life story. I had a delicious crepe with eggs and spinach with no salt and very little oil or butter. The Arab spices he put in it were delicious. It had eggs, shallots, spinach, peppers and lots of spice. I don't know if it is on my diet but it was great. Now this will become our regular thing.
The only downer was that all our regular car service guys took the day off since the Jug Eared Jesus was in town about thirty blocks away. So traffic was fucked big time. They figured they would work at night instead. Eventually we grabbed a cab home.

Whose that girl?

She was kind of prickly but not a thorn in you side. She got most of the slutty gigs that Sheree North missed out on. Always a whore on Medical Center or something.


Because whenever you wanted her your just had to thistle."

Whose that girl?
(Sorry but Chickie was right. The original photo was Dr. Hartley's wife. This is the right one)

Dog photo's that Meade does not want you to see.

Of course he has a different star in it.
And I am not talking about Astro!

"What do you mean am I a fancy boy?"

"What do you mean am I a fancy boy?"
"Pilgrim anybody that wears an all leather outfit has to be a fancy boy."
"That doesn't mean anything. Lot's of people wear all leather jumpsuits. Liberace. Sal Mineo. Jeff Chandler. Well maybe you have a point."
"Life is hard enough Pilgrim. It is even harder when you go around like a fancy boy. Go put on some jeans and lets rob that Wagon you homo.
"Stop calling me that. At least my son will grow up to die of eating pussy."

Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny?

"Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny?"
"Well Commander Bond I said that this vast expanse of a desk is going to waste. Waste not want my old gaffer used to say."
"What ever would I want to do on this vast expanse Miss Moneypenny?
"I could climb up on it and you could explore a much tighter space much more to your taste."
"Tighter Moneypenny? I think not.
"Unfortunately my old gaffer used to say that too.

Whose that Author?

You may charge me, dear people, with being a Card-Carrying American. I find these little tickets to perpetual consumption distasteful. I do not like to see my name on them, deeply embossed into everlasting plastic. They make me feel as if I should wear a leather collar and hang them all thereon. When there is a mistake in the billing on any of them, if you persist, you can fight your way past the icy and patronizing indifference of the electronic computers and reach a semi-human who can straighten things out. It only takes a year or so.

Yet in our times the thick wad of credit cards is a cachet of respectability, something more useful to me than any questionable convenience. When a cop lays upon you the white eye, and you stand there hunting for a driver's license as identification, and he watches you fumble through AmEx, Diners, Carte Blanche, Air Travel, Sheraton, Shell, Gulf, Phillips, Standard, Avis, and Texaco before you find it, he is reassured. You may have thirty-seven cents and dirt shirt, but you are completely on record and in good standing with the Establishment. If all you have is the license and bale of vulgar cash money, it piques his curiosity. Who is the bum who can't get credit cards like honest people?

Whose that girl sitting on the rocks

This English cutie is not related to me. And she never threw her panties at Tom Jones. But she made some great films for all seasons.

Whose that girl?

This is what it takes to make breakfast these days.

No more eggs and cheese with bacon on a Kaiser roll. This is the healthy shake I have every morning. Ingredients: Banana, Strawberry, Raspberry, Protein powder, PNB (peanut butter flavored) powder, Spinach, Non fat greek yogurt, Almond milk, Ice, Flax seeds.

It actually tastes pretty good and is very filling.

I still miss my greasy egg sandwich.

Marilyn's Diary

I love my Uncle Herman.

I remember the first time he snuck upstairs to finger my virgin love bud. He always had a heavy thread when he walked so the whole stairway rocked and wobbled when he slammed his size 36 boot down on the steps. He tried to be quiet but it just didn't happen. We didn't get caught because everyone else was lost in their own pursuits.

Grandpa was never home because he spent most nights at the bus station or the restroom in Griffith Park. He met a lot of interesting people there. Sal Mineo. Rock Hudson. J Edgar Hoover. They had a crazy social circle.


My filthy cousin Eddie was out peeping in windows trying to see women peeing or even worse if he could catch them doing filthy dirty things. Not sexual things. Just dirty dirty things. So he was never home.

Of course I was the most worried about Aunt Lilly. That she would catch us. I didn't want to hurt her. But she had recently discovered opium so most nights she just nodded out while sucking on the pipe. In fact when she stopped sucking on Uncle Herman that lead him to come upstairs to my room in the attic.

When Uncle Herman came to me it was like we were the only two people in the world. He was a tireless lover. Of course even when he got tired he would snap off his detachable penis and I would use it to gratify myself while he watched. We played many games and had many wonderful nights. I never found another man like Uncle Herman. Or anyone that enjoyed having their penis detached for my pleasure.

I miss my Uncle Herman.

The Rainbow sockpuppet

Taking a suggestion to start a new thread about sockpuppets, Titus, Inga and the Evil Blogger Lady I have to say it is pretty funny that stupid twat has to start a new post to get people to talk about Titus. Now I remember back in the day there were a couple of posts about him that generated 100's of comments. Now she is lucky to hit 50.

I see where that other stupid twat Inga said that the reason Titus is more at Althouse is because he was banned here. Which could be true I guess. I have only really dropped four people from posting here. Titus. Inga. J. And another guy from my neighborhood who used to post nasty shit about my wife both here and at Althouse. The reason for the banning was always the same. They just couldn't stop from attacking other posters in the most vile and nasty ways. Now even that can be ok for a while if they are funny and the other person can give as good as he gets. But this stuff was just nasty and stupid. Sort of what Titus is doing to Chickie now. That is just boring repetitive bullshit.

I always tend to give somebody the benefit of the doubt and a long leash. In the case of those guys I look like a fool. The same might be said by some about the Crack Emcee. I wouldn't ban him no matter how foolish he might be. He is his own worst enemy. It is amazing how he has deteriorated. Perhaps I might be unfair because I know he is sick. I have been sick and I have become even more of what I was before. I am just less worried about glossing it over and maybe Crack feels the same way. I would never stop someone from honestly stating their views even if they are bullshit. That is what the internet is for after all.

I know for a fact that Titus is a real person. I mean he might not be "Titus" as self described but he is an actual person. It is quite possible that someone might post using his name because that is something I know Meade has done before. So he could pose as Titus or Inga and give full reign to his douchicity while someone else gets the blame. Of course they are fucked up enough on their own that they don't need any help.

When you guys mentioned that Inga has something to say about me I went to check it out. When I read the thread I really had to ask. One moron wanted to know why Palladian didn't post there anymore. Another was asking for Sir Archy. What the fuck do they live under a rock. I mean I know that Titus and Inga live there but I guess there must be a lot of room.

Healthy Greek Frittata!

We have been making this healthy Greek Frittata. It's funny. I have a bad heart and the wife has the sugar but our cholesterol is fine. So we enjoy frittatas. This one is made with onion, black olives, fresh tomato, seven whole eggs, three egg whites and topped with feta cheese. After sautéing the onion till translucent throw in the cut up fresh tomato and black olives. Then mix in the eggs and bake for twenty minutes. Add the feta at the end. Very tasty.

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Our Mr. December has to be our coolest dude Icepick. He lives in Florida but still manages to be way cool. You have to love the way he smacks around people on the internet. Which is easy to understand because not everybody can pull off that white rapper thing.

Mr. December...Icepick!

It's All There In Black and White

"Hello Trey I see it is time for our session. You don't mind if I show you my pussies. Actually I have two pussies. You can touch them if you want. They are so soft and moist. They love to be touched. And petted. Would you like to pet my pussy? Oh wait my mistake. I have three. Which one would you like to pet?"
"Trey? Trey? Why did you turn blue? Loosen you collar. I better call the nurse. I think my pussies are too much for you."

Whose that girl?

She plays a recurring role on a popular TV show as an independent female investigator and fixer.
She is also banging the leading man which some people see as sacrilege.

Still she remains an interesting person.

Whose that girl?

The state of blogging these days

I have been pretty tired the last couple of days so I haven't been following some of the more extraneous blogs these days so I don't know what was going on. I didn't even have the strength too watch the Giants game and doncha know the fucks go off and win a fucking game.

I have been trying to go out and walk and get back in the game and after coming back and eating I am pretty tired so I take a nap or go back to bed when I used to post or surf the Internet.

Anyway today I was feeling better and started looking around. I got a heads up when youse guys said that the Evil Blogger Lady's best girlfriends Inga, Freeman and Lem were posting up a storm to drive traffic her way. Then I saw the new legal blog rankings and I had to wonder. Is it true? Or do the numbers not reflect what is happening there. I think Michael Haz said that TOP is now a lifeless place. It seems to me that Inga has become the dominant voice and ignoring them has shown the right results. It is dying on the vine. Soon it will be just a vanity blog.

Speaking of vanity blogs I also went to visit our friend Crack who is crying the blues these days. Interestingly Leisure Suit Larry is making appearances bragging how he is sending money to crack. The funniest thing is that is insinuating that Cody and Sixty and I are the same person. He has done this before as though he couldn't believe that more than one person couldn't like him. It is pretty funny that the sock puppet king is always calling other people out as sock puppets. Just fucking amazing.

All of this is amusing in a passing interest kind of way. I have other things to worry about so I am not sweating it when before I would jump right in and mix it up. I am just trying to get healthy and throw out a blog post here and there and an occasional comment. I fall asleep at the TV and sometimes Fox is on and I wake up to the news and get all in an uproar. I need to stick to Munster reruns.

Suffice it to say that Leisure Suit Larry and the Ladies of TOP deserve each other and I hope they make a big sweaty pile and enjoy themselves.

More egg on my face videos

Eating healthy sucks but it stills lets us make videos

A Brooklyn Couple visits Green Bay

Two of our best friends went to game at the frozen tundra at Green Bay today. They had met an stockholder of the Packers at a cat swingers convention in Utica New York. That is a get together where cat fanciers take their pussies to have strange sex with other kitties from all over the country. They just throw their flea collars in a bowl and pick out one so their little kitties can get it on with somebody new and maybe have more little monsters to spread their fleas, pee and allergy causing cat hair. Since they are very liberal they even let their cats have gay sex if they happen to pull out a same sex flea collar. But that's another story.

Anyhoo this dude is a season ticket holder to the Packers and they got along so well that he gave them tickets to todays game. Now my buddy really gets into stuff as he loves to be a reinactor and stuff. Nothing really weird. He just goes once a month and hangs around in the woods dressed as a orc. So this was right up his alley.

He pretended to be a typical Green Bay fan. I think he looks perfect.

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Michael Haz sent me this photo of his latest motorcycle jaunt through the wilds of Wisconsin. He also sent me some diet tips that helped with his health scare a few years ago.

It is clear that it helped him lose weight but I don't know that a diet consisting of meth and government cheese from Wisconsin is going to work for me. I am going to check with my cardiologist this Friday.

Michael Haz is our Mr. November since we need to give Thanksgiving for his miraculous recovery and good health. He is an inspiration to me.

Someday I too may grow up to look like a desiccated Hank Wordon.

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Spinelli sent this photo of himself at the beach. He was on a stakeout as he was trying to see if Arnold was cheating on Maria with the maid. Since he was at Venice beach he had to fit in so he took one of his favorite dress up costumes to blend in with the crowd. Although the pistol was kind of a giveaway. Luckily nobody noticed as he put a potato in his trunks. Unfortunately he put it in the back. Ndspinelli is our cleanup hitter our Mr. October.

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El Pollo Raylan sent us this photo of his joy when he won the scratch off of the California lottery. He was so happy even though it was only a few bucks. He insisted on a close-up because he feels he has chicken legs. Imagine that. Perfect for Mr. March.

Sorry I wasn't around.

I am sorry that I wasn't around for a couple of days but I was really beat.

I went to the doctor yesterday who handles the pacemaker. I found out that he is also a cardiologist. So I have been very tired and when reviewed my meds he felt I was taking too much blood pressure medicine. He checked the bp five times. Three in one arm and two in the other and it was extremely low. So he changed my meds and told us what was going on in plain and simple terms. My regular cardio guy was very cavalier about prescribing the meds and went off on vacation for two weeks. This guy gave me an eco-cardio gram off the books just to check out was going on.

We both liked his straight way of talking so I am going to change to him as my main doctor. Since he handles the device anyway I think this is better. We had our cousin who is pharmacist look him up and he got the highest marks so we think it is great move. When we left the doctors office we went for a walk down Atlantic Avenue in the sun. It was very nice and we even stopped for tea and a snack. They made me a spinach omelet with no oil or salt. It was very nice.

When we got home I was exhausted and went to sleep for about five hours. I have been pretty exhausted and trying to get through it. I think the new med regime will work but it will take some time.

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SIxty Grit sent this photo of a family reunion down south this past summer. So I think we should use Sixty and his brothers as our collective Mr. August. Because you know because of Honey Boo Boo hillbillies are hot, hot stuff.

You can guess which one is Sixty.

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Our longtime poster and former friend Crack Emcee has decided to put our differences aside and participate in the drive to raise $20,000 for a vacation for poor Trooper York. He feels that since nobody wants him to get any dough they should just send it to me.

He is Mr. February which is after all Black History Month. Each day will be dedicated to the great achievements of African Americans in their historic breakthroughs in tap dancing, burglary, armed robbery, out of wedlock births and pancake making.

We salute you Mr. February.

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Our next Calendar Guy is a relative newcomer Bagoh20.

He was a famous actor in the late seventies and early eighties but has retired from the screen to start his own very successful business. He has a huge plant in California where he manufactures solar powered sex toys and novelties.

He would be perfect as Mr. June.

The Men of Trooper York Calendar Project!

What a great idea by MamaM. A Men of Trooper York Calendar Project to help raise the $20,000 for our cruise in Italy!

Each of youse guys can have a month. You don't even have to show your face!

Ricpic volunteered to be Mister July with this photo in his swimming attire. He is a little shy so we won't show his face. But who wouldn't want to look at that all July long!

Ricpic Mr. July!

An attack on religion that you will not hear about!

There have two attacks on a convent on Staten Island in the last month. First some jerkoffs broke in and vandalized the convent causing thousands of dollars of damages. Then last weekend they set a fire that was so bad one of the nuns had to jump out of the window and was severely injured.

You know it would have been the lead story for weeks if it was a mosque. But it is buried beneath the fold because it was Catholics who are being victimized.

Back in the day the Mafia never would have stood still for this.

Maybe if they used a funny picture more people would give a shit.

Or they could just blame it on the nuns for smoking.

I miss the Mafia.

Whose that girl?

She was the girl I always was looking for when I went out drinking in my younger days. Husky voiced with a cocktail and a cigarette. Older and experienced she wanted to teach a callow youte a thing or two. She was my seventies dream bar girl.

But those dreams always went south in reality because nobody could measure up to the original.

Whose that girl?

A Modest Proposal

I would like to make a modest proposal. Since so many of you like my vacation photo's I would like some of my richer readers to donate about $20,000 so we can go on a cruise to Italy.

Since you guys are so fond of our vacation and coverage and don't spend any money to help us travel it is really only right that you give us money. I mean you get all this great blog content for free after all so I think at the very least Lisa and I deserve a free trip to Italy.

It is only right.

We accept Visa, MasterCard, American Express, travelers checks and Paypal.

The Vets storm the barricades and expose the Axis of Evil

Most of us are aware of the protests by the Vets at various monuments in DC and appalling reaction from the media and various pundits. The venomous distaste and caviler dismissal of their protest is not surprising since Obama and his ilk disdain veterans and normal everyday Americans. Unless they are a member of a protected class. Minorities. Gays. Illegal immigrants. That is who he worries about. Not Americans of all races and ethnicities who shed their blood for our country.

Speaking of cunts it is no surprise that the Evil Blogger lady doesn't give a shit about Vets. She always  had oblivious distaste for veterans and was often called on it by AllenS and RogerJ. In fact one of the worst dust ups we had in Bloody Sunday happened because of Inga[s outrageous lies and the contempt that the Evil Blogger Lady had for RogerJ and AllenS when she mass deleted them when they were defending Vets and the military. The Evil Blogger Lady has long had contempt for veterans and the post that Michael Haz pointed me to was more of the same. How anyone would want to associate with this worthless piece of shit is beyond me. Chickie was there showing the flag but I think it is a forlorn hope that you can persuade anyone over there.. Not to say that you shouldn't do it if you want to but they leave me cold.

There was the added entertainment of Inga calling for comment moderation and then deleting it. Perfect. Inga is the real Althouse. Anybody that thought she was a moderate should have their head examined. She has nothing for contempt for these guys that Obama terms terrorists"

Happy Anniversary to my darling.

Happy Anniversary to my darling girl. We used to do something fun on our anniversary. We have gone to Hawaii. On a cruise. Ate at a fancy restaurant. Last year we went back to Fraunces Tavern where we were married.

This year we kept it simple. We ate a small dinner at home. But we are alive and well. So to speak. We are together which is the most important thing. In sickness and in health.

I love my darling girl more and more every day. She is my heart. That is why I know I will be okay.