We spent the day looking at spaces and I was dragging my old man ass up and down the streets in the snow and the slush. You know I have a heart condition. Which I like to mention when I want something. So the wife agreed to let me off the leash and we went for lunch. I got to get me some primo Jew food at "Ben's Kosher Deli."
Now as a true New Yorker I love Deli and as only ricpic can attest it is the Kosher Deli that is the best. Ben's is a chain operation without the big publicity of places like Katz's or Ratners or the Stage Deli. But hey....Moische...it's cheaper. And it has all of your Deli favorites.
First off when you sit down they give you a complimentary dish of pickles and a big dish of delicious coleslaw. Man that slaw was good. I am not allowed salt and haven't really had any since I went to hospital. I wasn't going to waste it on pickles for fucks sake. So I stuck to the slaw while I checked out the menu.
I decided to get the half and half. No that is not what Crack's Momma used to peddle back in the day. Get your mind out of the gutter Sixty. It is half a sandwich and big bowl of soup. Man that fucking soup was great. I couldn't get the matzo ball that I wanted because I didn't want all that gluten. I know I am turning into a bigger homo than Palladian for fucks sake. But I have to ration out what I am doing you know what I mean? This chicken and rice was delicious and full of salt. Heaven! I was going to have the Soup of the Day but it was cabbage and the wife vetoed that under the Fart Containment Treaty of 2012. But the chicken and rice really hit the spot on a freezing cold day in NYC. (You can see the half eaten dish of slaw as well)
NOW IT IS TIME FOR THE SANDWICH!!!!!! LEAN PASTRAMI ON RYE!!!! WITH GOBS OF FREAKING MUSTARD!!!!!!! I AM IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok.....Ok....calm down sailor. But isn't she beautiful. Sensual. A treat to put in your mouth. So cute. So salty. Sandwiched between to firm sweet pieces of rye bread. Long strips of pastrami. Lean as a concession to health but oh so tasty. She is a beauty I tell you. I scarfed her down in not time flat.
Finally it was time for desert.
A potatoe knish. Look at that beauty! Isn't she firm and plump and just asking to be eaten. Look at her golden skin. Perfection. No Hollywood starlet or pin-up girl can ever compare. Look at her more closely.
Isn't she everything you wanted in a potatoe and more?
We really enjoyed our lunch. And it was pretty cheap. Compared to what I would normally blow at a joint like Marco Polo or Incognito this was a mere bag of shells. What a great lunch.
I had a blast.
129 comments:
That sandwich looks heavenly. We cooked way too much this week and have too many leftovers, so I was forbidden to cook anything tonight. So, I ate cold meatloaf and a square of cold lasagna. I rarely reheat anything. If it isn't good right out of the fridge, why bother? The sandwich looks better. Especially the rye bread. I'm the only one in the family who likes rye, so when I get some, it's all mine.
Oh boy was it good!
When you haven't had any salt for a couple of months and you get some pastrami you want to come in your pants.
Wait is that too much information?
I really wanted to get the overstuffed combination of one half corn beef and one half pastrami but I didn't want to push it.
The wife is a stern taskmistress.
Do you put swiss on that combination? That would really make it.
No that would be going into the Rueben territory.
Normally you would use corn beef for a traditional Rueben with sauerkraut and Swiss and Russian dressing.
Before I got sick the deli across the street had great corn beef. So I would make myself a Rueben every night for a late night snack. I had all the condiments ready. The Swiss cheese. The delicious rye bread. The Russian dressing. Every night man.
That is why my heart exploded.
Great write up. Best Pastrami I ever had was when I visited New York in 2004. I think everyone in the Deli was Mexican - but it was still great.
Thanks rc.
I tried to use the Crack Emcee's style of blogging.
I just used photos of pastrami sandwiches and knishes instead of lynchings and Hitler.
OMG I LOVE KOSHER DELIS.
I'm currently staying in a town with no Jews at all :(
You ain't gonna get Swiss cheese & meat at a Kosher deli!
"I tried to use the Crack Emcee's style of blogging."
Next time, add a black background and use a red font.
It adds that certain air of craziness.
Easier on the eyes than the Crack stuff. The visuals and lighting over there are harder to take than the new "green"-improved WalMarts where the bizarre lighting causes my eyes to water and brings on a headache.
Actually, this reads more like a Remembrance of things pabst and a Celebration of things present, which is a very good deal! Integration with a dash of salt for savor.
I'm truly happy for you semi Big Boy.
I mentioned Sherman's Deli in Palm Springs as being an oasis. You know it attracts Jews from everywhere because they're always budging in line @ the bakery. I elbowed one fat bitch out of the way. She was shocked, they don't get resistance from Gentiles in California!
I did have to keep telling the wife not to ask for Parmesan cheese for the soup.
Jew food can be great.
At least I will be ab
le to get it in Florida.
Look at that. A split comment.
You know I have a heart condition. Which I like to mention when I want something.
It's like Imus and his cancer.
One of my Aunts took me to Katz's back in the 90's.
Best pastrami I've ever had.
I am glad you enjoyed yourself.
Great pics too. Fun balance with the angled backrest,and the colored lights/windows and fabric shapes complimenting the happy look on the subject's face. Let the photographer know her eye and ability to bring out the sparkle is appreciated! This would make a good jacket cover. On par with Parker's coat and dog.
So you chose to consume your entire sodium allowance in mustard, eh? Interesting.
On this morning's The Rifleman episode (I think Lucas fires 13 shots left handed in the opening credits) the city slicker, a dandy selling dresses, was played by Jack Elam. In the end, he fought a pitched battle with Mr. McCain that left him stranded in tine.
Only someone who never worked would have left a licorice pitchfork like that - serious infraction of the old west OSHA codes.
The writing was bad, but at least the acting was terrible.
Boy, does that all look delicious.
IF you do ever move out of NYC, one thing for sure I know you will miss is the access to those great deli's and restaurants. When I left San Francisco in the mid 70's to the hinterlands, I really really did miss the good chinese, japanese, russian, french etc restaurants. Plus there is NO access in many places to a true butcher shop. God, I wish we could get calves liver, veal and other specialty cuts. I still miss that stuff, but not enough to go back and live in the city. I'll just visit.
IF/when you do move, research what is available to you in the eating out and deli arenas, so you won't be disappointed.
Not to be a downer but doesn't the mustard break the low salt rule? Okay, I see there are other salt comments so I guess the doc gave you the go ahead on occasional salt.
Frankly you probably know as much about "Jew food" as I do. Among my many other regrets is that as a kid I could appreciate my grandmother's vegetable soup and her Russian coffee cake, which had the usual nuts and raisins and cinnamon in it but also had a kind of crumbly cheese I've never found the duplicate of in any other version coffee cake...BUT I had no, nada, zero curiosity about how she made either her vegetable soup or coffee cake with their never to be tasted again flavors. So that magic is lost. I left out "of" between version and coffee cake in emulation of (is emulation a word?) the way my immigrant grandmother spoke english, without those unnecessary a's the's of's etc. What good are they, slowing down communication?
My grandparents, on my father's side, after being pretty much buried in a bookstore in Newark for most of their lives, when they reached old age it was decided in "the family," the family being all the descendants of my great grandparents, who had never gotten out of Russia ptui ptui, anyway, the family decided that my grandparents were going to be "the super" of an apartment house the family had bought by pooling all the gelt (money) they had accumulated working constantly working in America America. And as "the super" they occupied a big three bedroom ground floor apartment in the building and that is where she always was when my family made the required Sunday afternoon visit. I'm getting there, don't be impatient. Here's the thing. She, my grandmother was always in the kitchen (with a view of the air shaft) and she ALWAYS had her back turned to me while she was cooking, baking, putting the tea on the burner. I'm sure today's child psychologists, may they all drop dead, would call that child abuse or deprivation or some such crap. But my memory of it was perfect satisfaction. Every now and then she'd turn around and bring a slice cake and a gless tea to the kitchen table, bark "Essen!" at me and go back to the stove. Love.
Takes me back to my youth, ricpic, not the dwelling or the cooking, but rather the accent. I read the book "Nize Baby" by Milt Gross when I was about 10 - it made an impression on me. Don't esk!
What a beautiful meal. If anything could be called hearty, that meal could. And not just in the "healthy and strong" sense of the word. It's right up there in the "exuberant, unrestrained" category.
Did the coleslaw have a nice horseradish bite to it?
A #8.
Triple decker sandwih with corned beef, pastrami and swiss cheese, with Russian dressing. Cold.
Not that I don't love Reubens but this was my staple growing up. I had to really stretch my mouth to take a bite.
After taking a closer look @ that sandwich I see a strategic placement of mustard on the plate. I believe the formerly Big Boy is a dipper! NTTAWWT. I sometimes dip, but only w/ the pinky up!
ricpic, I didn't realize your family were German Jews. When did they leave Germany? I would love a little history if you're so inclined. So many American Jews are Russian and Polish. I wonder the percentages?
I don't think he's a dipper, I think he just lost a little control when he was squeezing away...
reference his post at 10:13PM.
I had a similar problem as a teenager. It's been resolved though.
Trooper, you are one happy looking hombre in those photos. Good for you.
Getting off the plan one meal per week makes everything okay. Make it a regular thang.
No I am not a dipper. That is my squeeze bottle technique.
Did you ever notice that if you just turn the bottle over and squeeze what comes out is really runny and watery? That happens with mustard all the time.
I turn the bottle over and shake it up and turn it upside down until the condiment is in the top
portion of the bottle. Then I squirt a little to the side to see that the watery part is out and to judge how it comes out. Then I can squeeze exactly the right amount on my sandwich.
I have many food eating techniques and rituals that I have to go through to prepare my food properly.
Don't judge me!
Ripic nothing tastes as good as the food your Grandma made for you.
Do you adjust your eating gloves multiple times between each bite?
Palladian said...
You ain't gonna get Swiss cheese & meat at a Kosher deli!
Depends on the Kosher Deli. Some here have a board set aside to make the venerable Dinty Moore corned beef sandwich with cole slaw, swiss cheese, russian dressing. It's also used for other Goyim combinations, thus never mixing utensils, etc.
One I frequented in the more-Nosh oriented suburbs would serve me, shaking their head and snickering, cheese blintzes on one plate and a "Fat Freddy" sandwich (a local idea...finely chopped liver, cole slaw, and russian dressing) on another plate...with separate utensils to boot.
The even in my town, Beirut-West, we have "Noah's" (non-Kosher however) who makes great Dinty Moore sandwiches.
spinelli - Russian on father's side, Polish on mother's. Maybe you got the idea about German from "Essen!" But that's the same word in Yiddish as it is in German.
But to say Russian or Polish doesn't really apply to the Jewish population that lived in what was called the Pale, which I believe was short for the Pale of Settlement, the area in which the Tsars tried, mainly successfully, to confine Jewish settlement. It was also referred to as Galicia, what today is south west Poland and eastern Ukraine.
I can't remember a single conversation my older relatives had about "the old country." They had absolutely no longing for it in any way.
I know this is dead boring to most, it is to me too, believe it or not. The best thing about America is that dwelling on the past and the past's discontents is discouraged here. Even discouraged is too strong a term, it's just not in the equation. And that's a good thing.
Tell that to Crack, ric.
He has a real problem with math and letting go of the past.
Not me - I never bring up subjects that should be forgotten.
Damn it! My friend "Freddy", a custom tailor, rotund as they come, across the street from the deli, won't forgive me if I do not correct the recipe:
... a "Fat Freddy" sandwich (a local idea...finely chopped liver with onion bits, cole slaw, sliced hard boiled eggs, and russian dressing) on another plate...
And now I want one, and in this shitty weather heading for zero again plus 25 mph wind, it is 26 miles to get there. Maybe tomorrow. Noah's is closed tomorrow, so can't go get a Dinty Moore.
God damnit...this entire thread and line of thought is Trooper's fault. Few of us have the deli density of NYC. I hope you're happy Tropp! :-))
Hey food is life my friend.
I have long had a lot of Jewish influences in my life. I was a Shabbos goy for a family in my neighborhood. I worked many accounts in the garment center. I may have mentioned Herman the furrier who had been in the camps. He taught me a lot.
So when a dick like Meade calls me Goebbels I want to fuck him up.
But I restrain myself because I know he wants the reaction.
I am not Jewish but the casual anti-Semitism of people like the Crack Emcee and Barack Hussein Obama sets my teeth on edge.
I just wonder why am always the one who has to bring this up in the threads. I guess the modern day Jews think it can't happen to them. Well not the real Jews who live in Borough Park or Crown Heights. They deal with it everyday. The knockout game is not news to them. It is the Ezra Kleins of the world who don't get it.
I am not Jewish but the casual anti-Semitism of people like the Crack Emcee and Barack Hussein Obama sets my teeth on edge.
I just wonder why am always the one who has to bring this up in the threads. I guess the modern day Jews think it can't happen to them. Well not the real Jews who live in Borough Park or Crown Heights. They deal with it everyday. The knockout game is not news to them. It is the Ezra Kleins of the world who don't get it.
Hussein is not casual in his hatred of Jews, he is actively working to ensure that there is a second holocaust done by Iran, wiping out the 6 million Jews currently in Israel.
That makes my blood boil - like so many others, he has no sense of right and wrong. Just hatred.
Crack is insane. Meade is a stupid bitch married to an Obama voter.
They are a sad bunch.
OMG Trooper. I have few phobias but one is wet food, particularly bread. I shake the shit out of mustard for the water reason you state. Good mustard just takes a couple shakes. The problem is after shaking, it can sometimes explode so I shoot the first wad off the plate. I don't even want my plate wet.
Interesting observations today on the beach in Ventura, Ca. NBC has a new remodeling show that a security guard told me will hit the air soon. He told me the name of it but he had a Mexican accent. The first word is American, I think. It was a BIG production w/ lots of extras, talent personal trailers and a huge catering tent. They were filming in the morning when I walked by. They have a huge parking lot w/ lumber, sheetrock[drywall in the Midwest], a HUGE crane and I counted 6 cameras. On the way back from my walk it was lunch time. These 2 blonde hotsys w/ spiked heel boots were walking away from the catering tent bitching about the food. I wanted to pimp slap them for you.
ricpic, Thanks. Have I suggested the book, Supermob to you? It's about Russian Jews who settled in Chicago and became lawyers for the mob, the most notable being Stanley Korshack, who the mob sent to LA. Great book! There's a decent German restaurant in Madison called Essen Haus. However, I lived in a kraut neighborhood in Chicago and got spoiled. The neighborhood is where 2 of the Nazi saboteurs caught and executed had family accomplices.
Dodger Stadium is one of the MLB parks I've not been to and number 1 on my list. I have an opportunity to check it off my list tonight in a unique way. There is a "winter classic" game tonight between The Kings and Ducks. The Ducks are the best team in the league. I thought about going. But, I looked @ the configuration and there won't be many good seats. The way they have it configured it's in the outfield so the bleachers will be the only good seats. Ironically, that's the way it was configured when the Packers played in Milwaukee County Stadium. I would have to drive an hour and get scalped for probably $100 minimum. So fuck it. That's what Trooper would say.
Just watch it on the hi-def in your grampa chair.
But speaking of which--Troop, you going to the Ranger/Devil game at Yankeee Stadium tomorrow?
It is the Ezra Kleins of the world who don't get it.
They never do, until it is too late.
Worse....they facilitate it and make the horror easier. Dopes. Over and over again.
Cody, I am watching the game from the comfort of my room and Kiss is doing a few numbers pregame. They just interviewed Alyssa Milano and Nomar.
Gene Simmons just bought the Anaheim Arena Football team.
For years I have been meaning to eat @ an In and Out Burger in tribute to "Donny, who loved bowling." I just did. Pretty darn good fast food.
Meade is a coward and needs a good ass kicking. But he is not worth it (and he wants attention). The best way to deal with him is to ignore him (although I find it hard to do so).
Is is national pistachio day Troop, so if you like them you should treat yourself.
You are better off skipping the rye and gluten and enjoying the pastrami (granted in moderation). And I say that as a cow knowing what that stuff is made out of.
I watched most of the game. I gave up with about ten minutes to go, maybe less. Did the Kings manage to score?
I wish KISS would just stop. Just fucking stop.
And I say that as a KISS fan since I'm 7 or 8.
Like Apollo told Rocky, "it's too bad we gotta get old".
I was watching with the sound off. Talking to a friend on the phone, so I didn't get to hear how bad they sounded but I'm pretty sure they sounded bad since Paul completely shredded his voice a few years ago. They've down tuned all the songs to try and cover for him. But when Paul's singing makes Gene sound good--it's time.
Actually I think it was time when Gene revealed he wears red footie pajamas to bed. A part of me died that day.
BTW, Spinelli, I think KISS bought the team but Gene is the mouth that never stops about shit like that. There was some talk of re-naming it the LA KISS but I don't know how that worked out. They were talking to Tim Tebow about playing quarterback too. He didn't want to because he still thinks he's going to play in the NFL.
But Gene actually really really likes Tebow as a person.
A guy I've known a long time died last week. He was quite a character. Self made millionaire who made himself so after his parents died when he was a kid. He was big into politics and personal freedom and he had a giant climate controlled bunker constructed underground behind his house...owned thousands of guns, literally employed a man just to take care of his firearm collection...and there are rumors he owned a functioning tank.
He was a very tall, imposing man with crazy eyes and thick glasses that magnified the crazy eyes...and in arguments with liberals he'd stand close then lean down until his face was almost touching theirs...it was funny to see.
Anyway. In his obit there was this verse:
Last night I dreamt a deadly dream: Far beyond the Isle of Skye, I dreamed I saw a dead man die, I dreamt that man was I.
It's from a traditional Scottish song about the Battle of Otterburn. Just seems an odd choice though.
Trooper York said...
I am not Jewish but the casual anti-Semitism of people ... sets my teeth on edge ... I just wonder why am always the one who has to bring this up in the threads.
I will try my best to not let it always have to be you who raises that question. I guess I have been remiss. For all manner of reasons my Irish ass is a dedicated follower of anything Israel and I have friends there.
For Israel issues and Jewish issues per se, one of the best blogs anywhere on the subject is Anne's Opinions. Coincidently she has a post up about anti-Semitism today Here.
Forewarning: Anne writes extensively and documents every detail from every angle. Not for speed browsing. She is perhaps the only reason I even have a clue of how Israeli politics works. Anne is a positive contributer to any site she engages and a worthwhile reference in general. She is a friend of Professor Jacobson at Legal Insurrection and shares opinions with him that are similar.
I wish Troop would write more about his oenophillic tendencies than he does food. I know it's in him. I could use that news, selling it to customers.
Humorous anecdote. The other day a younger man came in, looking for a particular chardonnay. I knew where it was and walked him over to it. "This stuff is 'cougar juice'" he said with a wink, taking two bottles." After he left, I shared the moniker...laughs all around.
Troop is a weenie-phile? Who knew?
Cougar juice sounds hideous.
Well, considering that for you, Sixty, cougar juice involves a retirement or funeral home, I can see it.
Now, if you get the pretty pink fruity stuff you can call it kitten juice.
Damn ChickenLittle send me to the frigging dictionary more than anyone else. ... oenophillic tendencies ...
Please. Just PLEASE! I was a wine addict for years, kept carefully soaked off labels from almost every bottle tried pasted to sheets of paper in a binder, with notes about every nuance, blah blah. To best know what cases to buy. For reds, LaTour about 6 years old was my favorite, and today, rarely, a Celani Family Cabernet Sauvignon. These days, drinking nearly nothing anymore I still imbibe some fine Cognac in small amounts...does that count?
But if any had ever called me an oenophillic I would have figured they wanted to start some shit...
Cody, The final was 3-0 and the team name is the LA Kiss!!
Nick: empty netter at the end?
For reds, LaTour about 6 years old was my favorite, and today, rarely, a Celani Family Cabernet Sauvignon. These days, drinking nearly nothing anymore I still imbibe some fine Cognac in small amounts...does that count?
Perfect, Ari!
"I just wonder why am always the one who has to bring this up in the threads."
Uhh.. maybe its because you live in NYC.
Hussein may wish to kill 6 million Jews, but its Israel that has the Nukes.
So I don't worry about it.
Trooper hasn't Meade call you an "Anti-semite"? He's called you everything else. And he loves to play the broad-minded liberal who's surrounded by redneck bigots.
Hey I only became oenophilc because I am taking the blood thinners.
Meade's worse than that. He's on board with those morons that say Ronald Reagan would be a liberal today and wouldn't survive the Republican party and blah blah.
I hate revisers and defilers of history. They should be eaten by mice.
I notice that Michael Haz and Sixty took a couple of hits from our favorite crazy racist.
I mention it only in passing and agree that the thing to do is ignore. Recognize. Remember. But ignore.
There is no possible good outcome of engaging such insanity.
I saw that too, Troop. I tried to aggressively passivate Crack but he's hopeless.
Run silent run deep.
Trooper York said...
Hey I only became oenophilc because I am taking the blood thinners.
Okay, I'll bite [so everyone else can laugh]...what does wine consumption have to do with blood thinners?
I mean, sounds like a good thing to me...I just had to cut away back because I was nearly living on Pauillac. Truly addicting to me. Now I merely treasure my 2-3 ounces of say Kelt VSOP or Camus Borderies XO occasionally, not even daily.
Are you taking rat poison (coumadin), Troop?
Ari--
I believe Troop was riffing off of "hemophilia".
As Ralph Kramden would say...
homonym homonym homonym
Yes, I know, it's homophone, but that doesn't work here.
I always thought Kramden was saying "nohomo nohomo nohomo"?
When I was on blood thinners, ibuprofen, alcohol, and leafy greens were no-nos because they messed with the efficiency of the drug.
Have I been out of Crackerjack's view long enough that I don't get mentioned anymore when he goes off?
That almost makes me sadz.
I almost posted a clip from the WRAL site the other day - showed two of Obama's sons breaking into a house in the town I used to live in. But somehow, if I mention the race of the perps, who, 100% of the time break into houses in my old neighborhood, I am the racist.
Whatever, dude. He is the one living in South Central, not me.
You can't really read Crack's blog and not expect to get an attack. He devotes whole posts to bashing us. Which I can't complain too much about since I mock and bash people all the time so who am I to talk. It is funny to see Meade and Inga (As Anonymous) bash me in the comments. It is also strangely comforting to know that I did not misjudge them. I have a bad habit of forgiving and forgetting and I don't want to do that in their case. I am not going to go out of my to attack them as they do to me but I will take a shot here and there. Counterpunch if you will.
Oh and it was a lame hemophilia joke.
Anastasia laughed in vain.
There's a level of mean in his stuff that's missing from your stuff though.
There's a level of mean in his stuff...
There's also a level of deceit. That and the fact that he won't relate.
Not for lack of trying on my part. Just sayn'
I don't take compliments well. But thanks Cody and MamaM.
I do find it hilarious that there are so many refugees from TOP here. Palladian. Tim. Blake. Some others who dip their feet in from time to time. It is pretty funny how they can have fun here and don't have time for Leisure Suit Larry and his meal ticket. I think that is what burns their ass.
I think it all has to do with your personality. I think Nick and I are a lot alike in some ways. One is that we definitely married up. But the other is that we have a real problem with Authority and just love to tweak it. That gets us in trouble sometimes.
When you tweak a control freak asshole like the Evil Blogger Lady you really touch a nerve.
I do notice how Freemman Hunt has become a Lodestar for Crack. What is that all about? She even shows up in his comments section.
Very strange.
I am sure MamaM can suss out a psychological explanation for that but it escapes me. Can you enable more than one pathology at a time?
Isn't that polygamy or something like that there?
The modern world really confuses me sometimes.
I want to go back to 1964 where the only problem I had was if Joey Gallo was going to steal my panele sandwich.
If we are all Crack has to bitch about, his life must be pretty okay. Or totally empty, choose either.
The stuff he posts about those who frequent this blog and Lem's is done simply to lure commenters to his turf so he can unleash his usual tirade of stupidity.
Really, his blog has nothing. Most posts are commentless; Mede trolls a few, throwing fuel in the fire, but that's it. And if Inger is there, she's too timid to use her real name.
Doing a quick scan of comments here and I learn Trooper has quadrophenia. Nice work, Tommy.
See me. Feel me. Touch Me. Heal Me.
Wait is that too gay?
I'm still stuck back on differences, while the thread rolls on. Here's another one:
For as much time as Crack supposedly spends in the ROFLMAO position, I've rarely seen him evidence much humor or playful self-deprecation. Doing so would require giving something to another or inviting them in to laugh, which goes back to relational.
The Things Pabst post was wonderful because it linked memory and celebration with some poking at others (use of crack format) and poking at self, to say, "This is me" and it came out fun.
My sister can talk about food in a way that drives me nuts. She'll talk expansively about some long forgotten experience of pineapple upsidedown cake, and two hours later, I find myself digging around for the recipe box I haven't opened in months, wonder what the heck I'm doing there and catch on that I've been had one more time. I have to steal myself or I end up hooked in her food fantasies. This post was so bad, the knish started looking good!
I noted with quiet satisfaction that the great knish shortage of 2013 apparently has been abated.
Cody, Yeah an empty netter.
Trooper, Always punch up. For folks like LSL and Inga and Annie, well you just kick those motherfuckers.
freeman goes to the pansy response and comments on dingaling's posts? WTF?
And oh yeah--100 bitchez
did little debbie actually almost leave the litterbox because of Sixty being all mean and racist and shit?
did little debbie actually almost leave the litterbox because of Sixty being all mean and racist and shit?
No. And say what will about FH and her choices of places to hang, but when Troop went down for the count last year and Nick and I put up that emergency post at Lem's, FH was one a few who wrote me asking how to send him well wishes.
Can we just make a list of who we should hate so we can be on the same page? I nominate Titus. If you're not with me you're against me.
John Kerry.
And that guy who wears a turban.
And a big hug for Cody who really is a thoughtful guy, just like Sixty.
Thanks Chick.
And yes--when my mother did her triple gainer down the stairs while trapping her foot in the runner and broke all three bones in her ankle--FH was about the only person who said anything about it and inquired after.
I don't care for her for a variety of reasons, but there are some things you can't deny about her.
I second you on the Titus thing too. That fucker is malignant.
Great scene from Tommy.
Trooper, how did the lunch treat you later on? Any bad reactions to the sudden addition of bread and salt?
Coyotes are not native to NC, but they were introduced by the Fish and Game brown shirts.
A neighbor said that there is an open season on coyotes 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I have yet to hear or see one, so far only hearsay reports. Which is fine with me - I spend a lot of time in the woods and really don't look forward to encountering one.
Ran into a pair of 'em on Mt. Hamilton - me on my mountain bike, them on 8 legs. All three of us took our leave post haste in opposite directions.
We have coyotes out here in the western mountains. One was trotting down the road in front of the house one day. Local farmers put donkeys in the pasture with their cattle. They'll kick a coyote into the middle of next week. Actually, quite beautiful creatures, but I sure wouldn't try to pet one.
I don't say anybody should hate anybody.
I just think it is very curious how Crack cries out for validation and who he cries out to give it to him. It is just interesting.
Everybody should make up their own mind about people because everyone's experience with each other is different.
I am with you on Titus. I used too find him amusing but not anymore.
He has been pretty quiet. I think that is because he must be posting as a different persona.
I never found that cocksucker amusing. He has no boundaries and is a disgusting human being. Smarmy, elitist, twisted, dishonest, mean, tedious, completely lacking in any self awareness and solely focused on material wealth to the exclusion of any other human value.
It's nice not seeing his shit strewn around the place. He couldn't even keep his lies straight, kind of like PhD nurse Mengele. Or Obama.
I think you pictured him perfectly.
I guess I have a high tolerance for fucked up people. That is why I am glad that Meade, Crack and Inga remind me every day what fucking pieces of shit they are so I don't forget.
Coyotes are in every state but Hawaii now.
Donkeys do hate coyotes. So do llamas and mules.
Road runners just play with them, though.
I just got back from a long walk in the woods - thanks for making me think that I would encounter a freakin' coy-wolf around every bend.
What the fuck is a coy wolf.
It shows you a little leg but won't let you touch it or something.
You get weird living by yourself in the woods dude. Just sayn'
As Meade likes to say: "Those coy wolves are such fucking teases..."
These threads are running together. Big Angie over on the Ted Thread is the ultimate Alpha coy wolf. No wonder Sixty was jumpin at shadows.
As for Trooper's imagined dog picture over at Lem's,(complete with his own accurate description of himself) he had the details down cold except for the fact that as much as I respect a poodle's smarts, I am at heart a retriever.
MamaM said...
These threads are running together. Big Angie over on the Ted Thread is the ultimate Alpha coy wolf. No wonder Sixty was jumpin at shadows.
Does this refer to my Ted Nugent thread?
As for Trooper's imagined dog picture over at Lem's,(complete with his own accurate description of himself) he had the details down cold except for the fact that as much as I respect a poodle's smarts, I am at heart a retriever.
Plus Spinelli is a bloodhound.
Thanks, chick. Call me Ol' Duke[Beverly Hillbillies, of course]. I plan on giving you a call when I get settled and scheduling a sit down.
Does this refer to my Ted Nugent thread?
No, I was referring to the Ted Cruz thread here at TY, with Angela Corey. But the coyote stuff has been running all over. ith Titus reappearing to tag-team with Meade tonight over at the Alternative House and take a double swipe at you. That's some weird shit rolling. Titus with the dump and Meade supplying the sprinkles and powdered sugar topping.
As for Nd in the bloodhound category, how's this for hot on the trail?
I hope you two are able to track each other down.
except for the fact that as much as I respect a poodle's smarts, I am at heart a retriever.
Good thing I successfully dodged that bullet!
DBQ and Darcy are on their own!
I kinda feel like how I felt when I was a kid and all the other kids were talking about whatever big time tv show was on the night before and I didn't have a tv.
MamaM, Spooky!
For you, Cody, so you don't have to go in the box and get litter on your feet, or find a hat to pee on:
I wanted to commission Palladian to paint several of the commenters at my blog as dogs playing poker on black velvet. But he declined.
He is a true artist....
I see Michael Haz as a Bulldog. Sixty Grit as a Hound Dog. Chicken Little as a Greyhound. Cody Jarrett as Pit Bull. Pogo as a Basset Hound. Blake as the dog who looks in the Victrola. Tim as a Boston Terrier. Palladian as a Pekinese with a thyroid problem because that is a very gay dog.
Darcy, Dust Bunny Queen and MamaM would all be poodles in revealing costumes.
And me.
I would be a Coyote.
A wiley one at that.
January 27, 2014 at 5:46 PM
with this addition:
Ari would be a German Shepard. Bags would be a very horny Pit with a hopeful expression.
Oh and one more thing. Absolutely no rare clumbers. Just sayn'
Chickenlittle added ND as a bloodhound.
Not sure pit bull fits with you cody, as much as one of those crazy Australian Shepherds that try to herd tractors, or a maybe a Rhodesian Ridgeback, descended from dogs who could keep lions at bay.
Thanks MamaM.
And thanks for thinking I might be more like a ridgie. They're pretty cool dogs.
Not sure where, who, or why I was described as a Bulldog. Maybe someone can give be a briefing.
If I am to be a bulldog, I'll need to change my avatar to this.
Trooper post at Limp Lem's Litterbox of Shame, near's I can tell Mr. Haz.
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