I had a dream last night that Mama was on a huge turkey. She was wearing nordic wear and had a silver helmet on with horns. She had long blonde braided hair that was in pigtails on each side of her face. She had a long nose. Behind her was a military of turkeys. Thousands of them in perfect lines marching, high step like the North Koreans.
Mama had a huge sword and kept saying, "charge" which was directed at the rare clumber and myself.
Her tits were huge and steel plated and shot out torpedoes at us.
Chickie, I still catch myself saying "make the light out". Also I still hear "lets go by" here or there. But with so many transplants from out of state in Waukesha County, I can hear a distinct California sound in some of the words my 9 and 11 year old grandkids say. They pick it up in school and from playmates. Soon our distinct Milwaukee sound will be lost.
AllenS, I can see it. I learned when I moved to Wi. that many Italians made their names Anglo in the earlier 1900's so as to try and fit in their very Teutonic/Norwegian/Irish neighbors. Ex UW b-ball coach, Dick Bennett is really Benedetto.
AllenS, I married into a German family from Wausau. I never knew my brides grandfather but it didn't take much to see he would not been able to abide his grandaughter marrying an Eyetalian Catholic. When the inlaws would come over and smell garlic they would marvel @ how good it smelled. You see grandpa didn't allow garlic in their home. To varying degrees, all ethnics had to put up w/ that kind of shit when they were the most recent immigrants.
You can trace the most recent immigrants via boxing. That's the toughest way out of poverty. First there were the Irish boxers, then Eastern European Jews, Italian, Hispanic.
You see grandpa didn't allow garlic in their home.
I'm still surprised when I look at the weird carry overs and cultural perceptions that formed from God-knows-what ancient animosity or personal/national experience.
Garlic to this day is not considered an acceptable flavoring agent by my 90 yr old mother. No "noodles" served for dinner either during our growing years, except in a bland form of spaghetti made from Campbell's Cream of Mushroom and Tomato Soups, plus one can of store brand tomatos. This, from someone with shelves full of cook books.
The 50's and early 60's were also good places to be "from" in some regards, but I don't want to go back.
Growing up in an ethnic family, I often heard the phrases "where the streetcar bends the corner around", "down by Shuster's store", "it fell rightside down", "throw mama from the car a kiss", and "we were sitting side by each".
Hi Titus. Repetition in dreams is serious stuff, often a sign or portent of something big, larger than MamaM herself! Perhaps an invitation to "read 'em and weep" or find a new nurse mother
From CarlS, another one of her fav's this meaty offering:
Death is stronger than all the governments because the governments are men and men die and then death laughs: Now you see 'em, now you don’t.
Death is stronger than all proud men and so death snips proud men on the nose, throws a pair of dice and says: Read 'em and weep.
Death sends a radiogram every day: When I want you I'll drop in -- and then one day he comes with a master-key and lets himself in and says: We'll go now.
Death is a nurse mother with big arms: 'Twon't hurt you at all; it's your time now; you just need a long sleep, child; what have you had anyhow better than sleep?
We have a new radio station here that is all comedy, all the time. Have been hearing a lot of Richard Jeni - he was a funny sumbitch. He was from Bensonhurst, too. Sadly, like so many talented comedians, he died way too young.
Yes and of course they do. It's okay Titus, take a cleansing breath and find center before the Nemasis of New Age takes up the TY invitation to enter the fold and upkick all downward facing dogs in their nutty nether regions. It'll be a whole new era than, with cracks and whistles and belle's that make what's gone before seem as bland and sweet as Chicken A'la King from an age gone by.
Death isn't real to Titus as it isn't real to most of us till a certain landmark is passed. For some that landmark comes as early as the fortieth birthday. But they are a tiny minority. For most, providing they're in good health, death still isn't real in their sixties. But seventy is undeniable. You know it's all a gift from here on out. And yet death STILL isn't real. By not real I mean incomprehensible. Dailyness is all we know. How could the daily dailyness ever end? But it does.
I have faced death a couple of times. Also, I am old, within a few years of the longest lived of my brothers. Death is real to me. I try to keep busy and am trying to get my stuff done. Tomorrow is promised to no one.
I went to bed and awoke to a nightmare where Mamam's steel tits were pummeling my rare clumber and he was crying. Those tits were shooting everywhere and she was laughing with her head back while brushing her blonde pig tails out of her face with the big nose and horn steel helmet.
I was in a major sweat and screamed out no mamam!
I awoke to my rare clumber's huge head looking at me...and alive-thank God.
Getting ready to board, Austin is great, what nice people down here! I gained 7 pounds. The music was outstanding! Austin is filled with so many talented musicians.
There is a crazy looking woman sitting a couple of chairs away.
I have allergies and I have been digging out boogs from my nose that are unbelievable. It seems like there is no shortage of boog debris in my nose.
I use my pinky and do a deep short "strike" or dig and when I unveil my pinky it is completely covered with a combo of dry boog, green boog, some blood boog and then finally with a long "tail" of wet slimy boog which reminds me of the final swish of an ice cream-soft serve, natch. The feeling of un attaching the boog to the lining of my nose is one of great success and dare I say FREEDOM.
I inspect it with amazement. It is huge and has so many layers, contours, edges, and extremes.
Get 'em out before the dentist. They hate looking at that stuff up close and personal. Besides, it's hell trying to breath through your nose with that crap in there.
(Watch it: A couple of regulars have nearby birthdays!)
LOL. I'm sure all you Aries men and women are fabulous.
My daughter is an Aries too ..her birthday is in just a few days...and I am very proud of her strong nature. We get along very well. I was talking about those dynamics between an Aries man and a Capricorn woman that can go wrong.
The stars just don't align for those couples......(shhhh. I hope Crack isn't here to chastise me. Really, I don't believe in astrology, what's your sign and fate etc.)
However, the interpersonal dynamics that we can see and the weird changes that have come over TOP to me are familiar to me in my first marriage to a domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force (aka:asshole) and the ability or desire of some women to want to allow herself to be swayed and become dependant...for a while.
Probably too much amateur psychology and personal projection on my part. /shrug
The fact that both parties at TOP have practically the same birthdays and birth years is coincidental....or...(cue X Files music)...is it?
I just see the dynamics and personality changes at TOP as not being very good and weird to watch.
Is that sort of thing--genetic immortality--still the rage among gays?
The only thing missing with that sort of love gift?
tits
But MamaM has a lovely silver-plated pair that would make a fine baby present, with the condition that Titus commits to keeping his nose clean. She's not fond of slimy boogers
@Titus: I'm no purist when it comes to original band members. The Replacements went on (briefly) without Bob Stinson; The Pretenders survived the death of half the band; The Allman Brothers survived Duane's and Berry Oakley's deaths. I still like "Cosmic Thing" best.
I should clarify, I didn't beat my dog, just sprayed away the mess.
I used to take the garden hose to my Peek a Pom's butt, well during summer anyway, when there was a mess in that area,he didn't like it too much. In winter I had the groomer clip that area very close and gave him only dry dog food.
MamaM has an Aries son, strong, loyal, dependable, insightful, funny, and charming, with the same dark characteristics DBQ made note of lurking in the shadow. His growing up years were fun, but not easy. Wondering now, if this similarity may account for MamaM's enjoyment of and irritation with the other M Aries of TOP.
For Titus, more from CarlS:
SHOES OF TRAVEL
After overwhelming filth and amazing betrayals Odd Nansen looked at the concentration camp and was reminded of Norse folk-lore. "What is the white layer in chicken dung?" "Oh, that's chicken dung too." This comes bitter as an Arabic, "The shadow of the hunchback? That too is hunched."
"I had not shoes, and I murmured, till I met a man who had no feet." And what did they say? What words passed between the barefoot and the footless? If Barefoot spoke thanks with overmuch of pity did he get curses, laughter or silence from Footless?
"Look under your hat--it may tell you something" The Armenians pass this along and further allege, "A man from hell is not afraid of hot ashes." And what woman of them weaving a shadowed tapestry first began asking, "What can the rose do in the sea or the violet before the fire?"...
...Freedom is everybody's job. Everybody is freedom's job. Jobs are everybody's freedom. When freedom shrieks, everybody should listen. And everybody should be free to do what? When freedom flits then what? And should the question be asked continuously, oh constantly, like this: "Who paid for my freedom and what the price and am I somehow beholden?"?
My Navy daughter is an Aries. She's a very strong, quiet (unlike her mother), courageous, restless spirit. She was a very timid child, but as a young adult she began to push herself into situations that scared her and she conquered every one of them. She still does, from rock climbing to scuba diving to sky diving, to briefing the Commanding General.
When Neil Young makes it around the bend in the circle to get to the Milwaukee area, I usually go see him. He will always be one of my favorites. I love that song too, but Harvest Moon remains my all time favorite.
Hilarious. We can poke fun @ ourselves because we know who we are and realize many folks, if given a choice, would be dagos.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right pasian.
ReplyDeleteFuggedaboutit.
Where was "gabagoo"?
ReplyDeleteGood to see Paulie still workin', and T's shrink, she's-a fine, eh?
That's almost as funny as a North Carolina spelling bee.
Sixty, The "gabagoo" scene in The Office made me wet my pants.
ReplyDeleteThe Spike of Bensonhurst? Actually Spike probably lives in Manhattan, but he is also a little bitch.
ReplyDeleteI barely recognize Ripa.
ReplyDeleteWho spells marinara madinad? Hell, who even pronounces marinara madinad?
ReplyDeleteI see Dr. Melfi has lost her looks. Eh, time.
This is similar to Boston speak.
ReplyDeleteMy italian friends call horses husses.
Trooper calls finocchi, fanooks, no?
ReplyDeleteThis happens in other languages/cultures, not just Italian. German in Milwaukee Wisconsin for example: link
...many folks, if given a choice, would be dagos.
ReplyDeleteI had an Italian bike in the late 70's. Whenever I got a flat, the tire would go: hissssssss.
Small world. I also had an Italian bike, and when it got a flat it would go: wop, wop, wop...
ReplyDeleteChick and AllenS, Like I said, we can take it. Keep it coming!
ReplyDeleteSpinelli, my mother was Sicilian, her first name was Vicenza. Which makes me half a wop.
ReplyDeleteI had a dream last night that Mama was on a huge turkey. She was wearing nordic wear and had a silver helmet on with horns. She had long blonde braided hair that was in pigtails on each side of her face. She had a long nose. Behind her was a military of turkeys. Thousands of them in perfect lines marching, high step like the North Koreans.
ReplyDeleteMama had a huge sword and kept saying, "charge" which was directed at the rare clumber and myself.
Her tits were huge and steel plated and shot out torpedoes at us.
It was awful.
tits.
Chickie, I still catch myself saying "make the light out". Also I still hear "lets go by" here or there. But with so many transplants from out of state in Waukesha County, I can hear a distinct California sound in some of the words my 9 and 11 year old grandkids say. They pick it up in school and from playmates. Soon our distinct Milwaukee sound will be lost.
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ReplyDeleteA twofer.
ReplyDeleteHere in NC locals say "Cut the lights on" - which puzzles me - I figure you can cut the lights off, but cut something on?
ReplyDeleteAnother one is "won't" for "wasn't" - it won't there.
Well alrighty then...
Throw pappa down the stairs his hat. Now that's talkin'!
In my dream when MamaM said Charge she sounded like a demented opera singer.
ReplyDeleteAllenS, I can see it. I learned when I moved to Wi. that many Italians made their names Anglo in the earlier 1900's so as to try and fit in their very Teutonic/Norwegian/Irish neighbors. Ex UW b-ball coach, Dick Bennett is really Benedetto.
ReplyDeleteOut here in wild Jesusland, we say, "shoot the lights out."
ReplyDeleteNick, my mom went from Vicenza to Jennie.
ReplyDeleteAnd for all you Cheeseheads. I'm going over by the show house, it's just past the stop n' go light..ya hey.
ReplyDeleteAlso, my mom and myself were born in Detroit, MI.
ReplyDeleteAllenS, I married into a German family from Wausau. I never knew my brides grandfather but it didn't take much to see he would not been able to abide his grandaughter marrying an Eyetalian Catholic. When the inlaws would come over and smell garlic they would marvel @ how good it smelled. You see grandpa didn't allow garlic in their home. To varying degrees, all ethnics had to put up w/ that kind of shit when they were the most recent immigrants.
ReplyDeleteYou can trace the most recent immigrants via boxing. That's the toughest way out of poverty. First there were the Irish boxers, then Eastern European Jews, Italian, Hispanic.
Detroit is a good place to be FROM!
ReplyDeleteYou dream sounds dark and Wagnerian, Titus.
ReplyDeleteDo you drink a lot of Rheingold?
In Boston liquor stores are called Packy Stores.
ReplyDeleteAnd vagina's are called meat curtains.
tits.
And vagina's are called meat curtains.
ReplyDeleteVorhang aufmachen!
You see grandpa didn't allow garlic in their home.
ReplyDeleteI'm still surprised when I look at the weird carry overs and cultural perceptions that formed from God-knows-what ancient animosity or personal/national experience.
Garlic to this day is not considered an acceptable flavoring agent by my 90 yr old mother. No "noodles" served for dinner either during our growing years, except in a bland form of spaghetti made from Campbell's Cream of Mushroom and Tomato Soups, plus one can of store brand tomatos. This, from someone with shelves full of cook books.
The 50's and early 60's were also good places to be "from" in some regards, but I don't want to go back.
My mom still makes chicken and puts campbell's cream of mushroom soup over it.
ReplyDeleteShe calls it Chicken Ala King. Seriously, believing it is chicken ala king-isn't that sweet.
tits.
Hi Mama.
Growing up in an ethnic family, I often heard the phrases "where the streetcar bends the corner around", "down by Shuster's store", "it fell rightside down", "throw mama from the car a kiss", and "we were sitting side by each".
ReplyDeleteI still lapse into it after a few beers, hey?
Hi Titus. Repetition in dreams is serious stuff, often a sign or portent of something big, larger than MamaM herself! Perhaps an invitation to "read 'em and weep" or find a new nurse mother
ReplyDeleteFrom CarlS, another one of her fav's this meaty offering:
Death is stronger than all the governments
because the governments are men and men die
and then death laughs: Now you see 'em, now you don’t.
Death is stronger than all proud men
and so death snips proud men on the nose,
throws a pair of dice and says: Read 'em and weep.
Death sends a radiogram every day: When I want you
I'll drop in -- and then one day he comes with a master-key
and lets himself in and says: We'll go now.
Death is a nurse mother with big arms:
'Twon't hurt you at all; it's your time now;
you just need a long sleep, child;
what have you had anyhow better than sleep?
Mamam I am going to die?
ReplyDeleteHow depressing.
tits.
Mamam are you telling me torpedoes don't project from you steel plated titties?
ReplyDeletetits.
We have a new radio station here that is all comedy, all the time. Have been hearing a lot of Richard Jeni - he was a funny sumbitch. He was from Bensonhurst, too. Sadly, like so many talented comedians, he died way too young.
ReplyDeleteYes and of course they do. It's okay Titus, take a cleansing breath and find center before the Nemasis of New Age takes up the TY invitation to enter the fold and upkick all downward facing dogs in their nutty nether regions. It'll be a whole new era than, with cracks and whistles and belle's that make what's gone before seem as bland and sweet as Chicken A'la King from an age gone by.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mamam.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow I am getting the newest hottest teeth whitening technology at my bleeding edge dentist.
It's called zoom and it is supposed to make your teeth Pop White.
I am so excited.
Lots of lasers and heat and shit like that. It is supposed to really painful but afterwards you will feel really hot.
Here's a question for Sixty Grit (or any other armchair grammarians):
ReplyDeleteWhen do you use use "that" and when do you use "which"?
Oh OH...A whole new era, with cracks etc..which will...
ReplyDeleteNot clear myself on the difference.
You kin say "That witch done tooks muh 'shine", but it is less proper to say "which dat?" when trying to ascertain specifically which witch that was.
ReplyDeleteAll of this goes to the point that I have no freakin' idea.
Perhaps if you gave us a bit more information, CL, someone more learned than I, me, whatever, would be able to assist you.
I'm a grampa, not a grammah.
Do we have any money riding upon whether or not Crack Head will show up here? Have odds been calculated?
Mamam I am going to die?
ReplyDeleteWe all are, it's just a question of when.
It's all Greek to me.
ReplyDeleteDeath isn't real to Titus as it isn't real to most of us till a certain landmark is passed. For some that landmark comes as early as the fortieth birthday. But they are a tiny minority. For most, providing they're in good health, death still isn't real in their sixties. But seventy is undeniable. You know it's all a gift from here on out. And yet death STILL isn't real. By not real I mean incomprehensible. Dailyness is all we know. How could the daily dailyness ever end? But it does.
ReplyDeleteI saw too many deaths in my nursing years and my personal life, it's all too real. Enjoy today, for we are not promised tommorow.
ReplyDeleteOooo, here come the bats!
ReplyDeleteI thought Titus believed "Live fast, die young and leave a pretty corpse"
ReplyDeleteI picture Titus as a Nietzschean tragic figure and we should all encourage him.
I have faced death a couple of times. Also, I am old, within a few years of the longest lived of my brothers. Death is real to me. I try to keep busy and am trying to get my stuff done. Tomorrow is promised to no one.
ReplyDeleteI expect to die young Chick.
ReplyDeleteI am 40 and I give it another 5-10 years max.
tits.
I went to bed and awoke to a nightmare where Mamam's steel tits were pummeling my rare clumber and he was crying. Those tits were shooting everywhere and she was laughing with her head back while brushing her blonde pig tails out of her face with the big nose and horn steel helmet.
ReplyDeleteI was in a major sweat and screamed out no mamam!
I awoke to my rare clumber's huge head looking at me...and alive-thank God.
It was awful.
tits
Because I could not stop for Death
ReplyDeleteHe kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality
@Titus: Nietzsche was haunted by such visions of Wagner too. I believe he wrote his way out of his delusions through a book.
ReplyDeleteHe even went on to write another book called "The Gay Science."
Maybe those works would help?
Getting ready to board, Austin is great, what nice people down here! I gained 7 pounds. The music was outstanding! Austin is filled with so many talented musicians.
ReplyDeleteThere is a crazy looking woman sitting a couple of chairs away.
Aha! Over at TOP it is Lawnboy's birthday.
ReplyDeleteTold you he was an Aries. I recognize the dynamics
:-D
AllieOop said...
ReplyDeleteThere is a crazy looking woman sitting a couple of chairs away.
Wow. Just think, you may have the honor of sharing a plane ride with WISC Justice Anne Walsh Bradley!
And what dynamics would THOSE be, DBQ?
ReplyDelete(Watch it: A couple of regulars have nearby birthdays!)
I have allergies and I have been digging out boogs from my nose that are unbelievable. It seems like there is no shortage of boog debris in my nose.
ReplyDeleteI use my pinky and do a deep short "strike" or dig and when I unveil my pinky it is completely covered with a combo of dry boog, green boog, some blood boog and then finally with a long "tail" of wet slimy boog which reminds me of the final swish of an ice cream-soft serve, natch. The feeling of un attaching the boog to the lining of my nose is one of great success and dare I say FREEDOM.
I inspect it with amazement. It is huge and has so many layers, contours, edges, and extremes.
boogs.
Get 'em out before the dentist. They hate looking at that stuff up close and personal. Besides, it's hell trying to breath through your nose with that crap in there.
ReplyDeleteClaritin
Clear?
And what dynamics would THOSE be, DBQ?
ReplyDelete(Watch it: A couple of regulars have nearby birthdays!)
LOL. I'm sure all you Aries men and women are fabulous.
My daughter is an Aries too ..her birthday is in just a few days...and I am very proud of her strong nature. We get along very well. I was talking about those dynamics between an Aries man and a Capricorn woman that can go wrong.
The stars just don't align for those couples......(shhhh. I hope Crack isn't here to chastise me. Really, I don't believe in astrology, what's your sign and fate etc.)
However, the interpersonal dynamics that we can see and the weird changes that have come over TOP to me are familiar to me in my first marriage to a domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force (aka:asshole) and the ability or desire of some women to want to allow herself to be swayed and become dependant...for a while.
Probably too much amateur psychology and personal projection on my part. /shrug
The fact that both parties at TOP have practically the same birthdays and birth years is coincidental....or...(cue X Files music)...is it?
I just see the dynamics and personality changes at TOP as not being very good and weird to watch.
@ Titus
ReplyDeleteI may not be able to eat a soft serve ice cream for some time.
May I recommend a Neti Pot.
Fascinating, DBQ. I'm a Capricorn as well (Jan. 5th).
ReplyDeleteI have never paid much attention to all of that, but I find your description above to be kind of uncanny with regard to TOP.
Me....Jan 6...my first husband March 28.
ReplyDeleteTwilight zone music. hee hee.
Capricorn women rule!!!
ReplyDeleteI think that Allie is a Cap too.
DBQ wrote: ...domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force...
ReplyDelete@blake: you ever see yourself that way?
Me neither.
@ Pollo
ReplyDeleteNot stereotyping all Aries men.or all Capricorn women. Just my ex husband and from what I can see...the Lawnboy too.
No offense meant.
I am cancer.
ReplyDeleteI like chihuahuas and chinese noodles.
Let's meet and have a baby now.
None taken, DBQ!
ReplyDeleteLet's meet and have a baby now.
ReplyDeleteI speculated months ago that Andrew Sullivan would eventually seek out a baby to present to his husband. It explains all the womb envy too.
Is that sort of thing--genetic immortality--still the rage among gays?
Is that sort of thing--genetic immortality--still the rage among gays?
ReplyDeleteThe only thing missing with that sort of love gift?
tits
But MamaM has a lovely silver-plated pair that would make a fine baby present, with the condition that Titus commits to keeping his nose clean. She's not fond of slimy boogers
Best cure for stuffed up sinuses is wasabi. Or maybe strong horseradish.
ReplyDeleteBest cure for stuffed shirts is ridicule. Or maybe strong irony.
I'm an aquarian. I know these things.
ass.
That's a quote from a B-52's song titled A Song For Future Generation.
ReplyDeleteAll them announce their astrological sign and what they like.
Cindy like chihuahuas and chinese noodles.
Kate like tomoatoes and black capped chicapees.
Keith being cool like the infinity within.
Ricky, rest his heart liked, loved computers and hot tamales-this was like in 1980-Ricky was so techny when it wasn't even cool-loved him.
http://youtu.be/dDh3NegeNvQ
B-52's... I love their song Roam...especially the way both their voices sort of creek and croak over certain words.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite b52 song.
ReplyDeleteThis was right after Ricky died.
Cindy was devastated and gained weight.
If you look closely you can see Ricky's face heading up to heaven.
http://youtu.be/MF1DSrywcvQ
...domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force...
ReplyDeleteThat's me to a tee!
Now I just needs me a Capricorny wimmenz...
*looks around*
*waves at Darcy*
Oh wow. I haven't thought about the the B 52's in years. What a great song. Cool memories.
ReplyDelete@Titus: I'm no purist when it comes to original band members. The Replacements went on (briefly) without Bob Stinson; The Pretenders survived the death of half the band; The Allman Brothers survived Duane's and Berry Oakley's deaths. I still like "Cosmic Thing" best.
ReplyDeleteI've got me a Chrysler; it's as big as a whale...
ReplyDeleteLove Shack!
December 31st 11:30 pm. My mom so wanted a NY baby..dad wanted the tax deduction. Dad won. A very introverted Capricorn was born the cold NY Eve.
ReplyDeleteI may be a Capricorn by what my birth certificate says, but in my heart I'm a Saggitarius. I think somebody pulled a fast one on me. I'm no Capricorn.
ReplyDeleteTitus your booger story grossed even me out and I'm not easily squeamish having been a nurse for so many years.
I wish I was back in Austin, it's cold here. But I shouldn't complain, it could be worse.
Titus, so you really don't want a kid? That's a relief, not because you're gay, but well you know, poopie and boogie obsession?
ReplyDeleteSagittarius. Bad spellers.
ReplyDeleteIf you can spell Sagittarius, you're not a bad speller.
ReplyDeleteNo Allie I don't want any children.
ReplyDeleteMy rare clumber spinches his loafs and his white hair from his butt always get pushed out with his loaf so his loaves are full of white hair.
I keep his ass shaved pretty good, because if his hair gets long in back there it is a poopy magnet.
Anyone have advice on how I can eliminate his hair getting into his poop or is this just a little inconvenience?
Let's meet and have a baby now.
Hair of the dog that shit you?
ReplyDeleteWhat about the Common Clumber? How come nobody gives a shit about that breed?
ReplyDeleteMy rare clumber spinches his loafs and his white hair from his butt always get pushed out with his loaf so his loaves are full of white hair.
ReplyDeleteMy uncle got that way after he got old.
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ReplyDeleteI should clarify, I didn't beat my dog, just sprayed away the mess.
ReplyDeleteI used to take the garden hose to my Peek a Pom's butt, well during summer anyway, when there was a mess in that area,he didn't like it too much. In winter I had the groomer clip that area very close and gave him only dry dog food.
Nobody gives a shit about that breed because a majority of Americans have never heard of it.
ReplyDeleteSome people do come up to us and say "clumberland" and very very few get it right and always say they have never seen one before, except in dog shows.
As a result, they are very rare.
Approximately 250 registered clumbers in the U.S.-that's rare for a dog breed.
Let's meet and have a baby now-you got to admit that is a catchy riff.
tits
Titus, just wondering, what would you use, a turkey baster?
ReplyDeleteTURKIES! RUN!
I think that's pure elitism, NTTARWT
ReplyDeleteDo pure bred dog lovers dislike canine miscegenation?
MamaM has an Aries son, strong, loyal, dependable, insightful, funny, and charming, with the same dark characteristics DBQ made note of lurking in the shadow. His growing up years were fun, but not easy. Wondering now, if this similarity may account for MamaM's enjoyment of and irritation with the other M Aries of TOP.
ReplyDeleteFor Titus, more from CarlS:
SHOES OF TRAVEL
After overwhelming filth and amazing betrayals Odd Nansen looked at the concentration camp and was reminded of Norse folk-lore. "What is the white layer in chicken dung?" "Oh, that's chicken dung too." This comes bitter as an Arabic, "The shadow of the hunchback? That too is hunched."
"I had not shoes, and I murmured, till I met a man who had no feet." And what did they say? What words passed between the barefoot and the footless? If Barefoot spoke thanks with overmuch of pity did he get curses, laughter or silence from Footless?
"Look under your hat--it may tell you something" The Armenians pass this along and further allege, "A man from hell is not afraid of hot ashes." And what woman of them weaving a shadowed tapestry first began asking, "What can the rose do in the sea or the violet before the fire?"...
...Freedom is everybody's job. Everybody is freedom's job. Jobs are everybody's freedom. When freedom shrieks, everybody should listen. And everybody should be free to do what? When freedom flits then what? And should the question be asked continuously, oh constantly, like this: "Who paid for my freedom and what the price and am I somehow beholden?"?
Aww shucks, Blakesy. We are doomed according to DBQ (and for other reasons, I'm sure). :)
ReplyDeleteBut hey, let's dance!
Let's cut a rug, girly!
ReplyDeleteo/~I'm the last man standing
Save the last dance for me
I'm on the last train to Clarksville
I'm the 5th Monkee~\o
Uh. I don't know if I can dance to that. lol
ReplyDeleteMy Navy daughter is an Aries. She's a very strong, quiet (unlike her mother), courageous, restless spirit. She was a very timid child, but as a young adult she began to push herself into situations that scared her and she conquered every one of them. She still does, from rock climbing to scuba diving to sky diving, to briefing the Commanding General.
ReplyDeleteNiel Young Harvest Moon, great to slow dance to Darcy.
ReplyDelete"I had not shoes, and I murmured, till I met a man who had no feet."
ReplyDelete...so I stole his shoes. It's not like he'll miss them or anything.
Dancing music.
ReplyDeleteI'll defer to your taste in music.
ReplyDeleteAnd, really, I can't dance. So it's gotta be a slow dance/long hug.
Neil Young sings about the eternal quadrangle, link, about why things spin in circles.
ReplyDeleteWhen Neil Young makes it around the bend in the circle to get to the Milwaukee area, I usually go see him. He will always be one of my favorites. I love that song too, but Harvest Moon remains my all time favorite.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to take a little time every day to appreciate the ones you love.
ReplyDeleteI am titus.
ReplyDeleteI am a cancer.
I like rare clumbers and exotic hogs.
Let's meet and have a baby now.
Turkey baster baby! Gobble gobble!
ReplyDeleterare clumbers don't breed by turkey basters.
ReplyDeleteThere just isn't many in the U.S.
I love all dogs though.
When I walk with him I will pet every dog we go by. I love them...more than people.
Allie, may I ask a personal question? Are you married?
If that is too personal never mind.
I'm widowed, Titus. For many years, do you think if I was married I would be such a huge flirt, well maybe come to think of it.
ReplyDeleteAww shucks, Blakesy. We are doomed according to DBQ (and for other reasons, I'm sure). :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe...But.... you'll have an exciting and challenging time
For a while.
:-P
I wasn't sure Allie.
ReplyDeleteFor you Titus.
ReplyDeleteTroop has left us.
ReplyDeleteSo we just talk amongst ourselves.
tits.
A birdie told me today is Chickie's birthday! Happy Birthday you Royal Little Pecker, no, or was it Clucker?
ReplyDeleteTroop has gone to reside in the land of wind, ghosts and Bissage.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday fellow cheesehead Chickie Wickie.
ReplyDeleteGobble Gobble one of us.
tits.
A cloud of Aries!
ReplyDeleteBuon Compleanno, chick.
ReplyDeleteHah! chickenlittle: Had to think about this one for a while before sending felicitations:
ReplyDeleteCelebrating today the breath (and breadth)of fresh Aries in you, and wishing you many more.
Hoping too TY is inhaling and figuring out the meaning of "is".
Happy birthday, dear Bruce.
ReplyDeleteBlogger birthday wishes, Bruce!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Bruce!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the well wishes!
ReplyDeleteNow for something completely different:
ReplyDeleteIt's tough to be a girl musician.
Maybe someone should call Lee Lee's tomorrow and ask for Troop.
ReplyDeleteYes, where is our Blogfather? I hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteWassamatta? You don't like Spike Jones?
ReplyDeleteI could try Spike Lee, if you REALLY want something to complain about.
Happy birthday, Chick!
ReplyDeleteThanks Allen.
ReplyDeleteToday id blake's birthday!
Happy Birthday, blakio
You, see, it seems like me, Meade, and blake all have the same birthday!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bruce.
ReplyDeleteTim! That reminds me of "Howard Shore and His All Nurse Band". I suppose that's a gag going back to the Greeks.
Happy birthday, dear Blakesy.
ReplyDeleteOh it's Blake's birthday? Well Happy Birthday, I'm so late to this party!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Blake!
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