Trooper York: The Bensonhurst Spelling Bee

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Bensonhurst Spelling Bee

132 comments:

ndspinelli said...: Hilarious. We can poke fun @ ourselves because we know who we are and realize many folks, if given a choice, would be dagos.; March 27, 2012 at 5:39 PM
Trooper York said...: You are so right pasian.

Fuggedaboutit.; March 27, 2012 at 5:43 PM
The Dude said...: Where was "gabagoo"?

Good 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.; March 27, 2012 at 6:32 PM
ndspinelli said...: Sixty, The "gabagoo" scene in The Office made me wet my pants.; March 27, 2012 at 6:37 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...: The Spike of Bensonhurst? Actually Spike probably lives in Manhattan, but he is also a little bitch.; March 27, 2012 at 7:38 PM
blake said...: I barely recognize Ripa.; March 27, 2012 at 9:15 PM
ricpic said...: Who spells marinara madinad? Hell, who even pronounces marinara madinad?

I see Dr. Melfi has lost her looks. Eh, time.; March 27, 2012 at 10:40 PM
Titus said...: This is similar to Boston speak.

My italian friends call horses husses.; March 27, 2012 at 11:26 PM
chickelit said...: Trooper calls finocchi, fanooks, no?

This happens in other languages/cultures, not just Italian. German in Milwaukee Wisconsin for example: link; March 27, 2012 at 11:57 PM
chickelit said...: ...many folks, if given a choice, would be dagos.

I had an Italian bike in the late 70's. Whenever I got a flat, the tire would go: hissssssss.; March 28, 2012 at 12:06 AM
AllenS said...: Small world. I also had an Italian bike, and when it got a flat it would go: wop, wop, wop...; March 28, 2012 at 6:12 AM
ndspinelli said...: Chick and AllenS, Like I said, we can take it. Keep it coming!; March 28, 2012 at 10:45 AM
AllenS said...: Spinelli, my mother was Sicilian, her first name was Vicenza. Which makes me half a wop.; March 28, 2012 at 11:12 AM
Titus said...: 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.

It was awful.

tits.; March 28, 2012 at 12:05 PM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 12:52 PM
Anonymous said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; March 28, 2012 at 12:56 PM
Anonymous said...: A twofer.; March 28, 2012 at 12:57 PM
The Dude said...: Here in NC locals say "Cut the lights on" - which puzzles me - I figure you can cut the lights off, but cut something on?

Another 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'!; March 28, 2012 at 1:09 PM
Titus said...: In my dream when MamaM said Charge she sounded like a demented opera singer.; March 28, 2012 at 1:54 PM
ndspinelli said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 2:07 PM
AllenS said...: Out here in wild Jesusland, we say, "shoot the lights out."; March 28, 2012 at 2:08 PM
AllenS said...: Nick, my mom went from Vicenza to Jennie.; March 28, 2012 at 2:09 PM
ndspinelli said...: And for all you Cheeseheads. I'm going over by the show house, it's just past the stop n' go light..ya hey.; March 28, 2012 at 2:09 PM
AllenS said...: Also, my mom and myself were born in Detroit, MI.; March 28, 2012 at 2:10 PM
ndspinelli said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 2:15 PM
ndspinelli said...: Detroit is a good place to be FROM!; March 28, 2012 at 2:16 PM
chickelit said...: You dream sounds dark and Wagnerian, Titus.

Do you drink a lot of Rheingold?; March 28, 2012 at 2:39 PM
Titus said...: In Boston liquor stores are called Packy Stores.

And vagina's are called meat curtains.

tits.; March 28, 2012 at 2:39 PM
chickelit said...: And vagina's are called meat curtains.

Vorhang aufmachen!; March 28, 2012 at 2:46 PM
MamaM said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 3:20 PM
Titus said...: My mom still makes chicken and puts campbell's cream of mushroom soup over it.

She calls it Chicken Ala King. Seriously, believing it is chicken ala king-isn't that sweet.

tits.

Hi Mama.; March 28, 2012 at 3:26 PM
Michael Haz said...: 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".

I still lapse into it after a few beers, hey?; March 28, 2012 at 3:54 PM
MamaM said...: 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?; March 28, 2012 at 4:56 PM
Titus said...: Mamam I am going to die?

How depressing.

tits.; March 28, 2012 at 5:19 PM
Titus said...: Mamam are you telling me torpedoes don't project from you steel plated titties?

tits.; March 28, 2012 at 5:20 PM
The Dude said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 5:45 PM
MamaM said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 5:50 PM
Titus said...: Thanks Mamam.

Tomorrow 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.; March 28, 2012 at 5:58 PM
chickelit said...: Here's a question for Sixty Grit (or any other armchair grammarians):

When do you use use "that" and when do you use "which"?; March 28, 2012 at 6:19 PM
MamaM said...: Oh OH...A whole new era, with cracks etc..which will...

Not clear myself on the difference.; March 28, 2012 at 6:26 PM
The Dude said...: 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.

All 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?; March 28, 2012 at 6:33 PM
windbag said...: Mamam I am going to die?

We all are, it's just a question of when.; March 28, 2012 at 7:00 PM
Darcy said...: It's all Greek to me.; March 28, 2012 at 7:41 PM
ricpic said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 8:17 PM
Anonymous said...: I 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.; March 28, 2012 at 8:28 PM
Anonymous said...: Oooo, here come the bats!; March 28, 2012 at 8:29 PM
chickelit said...: I thought Titus believed "Live fast, die young and leave a pretty corpse"

I picture Titus as a Nietzschean tragic figure and we should all encourage him.; March 28, 2012 at 8:29 PM
The Dude said...: 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.; March 28, 2012 at 8:42 PM
Titus said...: I expect to die young Chick.

I am 40 and I give it another 5-10 years max.

tits.; March 28, 2012 at 9:53 PM
Titus said...: 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.

It was awful.

tits; March 29, 2012 at 1:07 AM
blake said...: Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality; March 29, 2012 at 5:28 AM
chickelit said...: @Titus: Nietzsche was haunted by such visions of Wagner too. I believe he wrote his way out of his delusions through a book.

He even went on to write another book called "The Gay Science."

Maybe those works would help?; March 29, 2012 at 9:18 AM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 11:02 AM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Aha! Over at TOP it is Lawnboy's birthday.

Told you he was an Aries. I recognize the dynamics

:-D; March 29, 2012 at 12:19 PM
Chip S. said...: AllieOop said...

There 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!; March 29, 2012 at 12:45 PM
blake said...: And what dynamics would THOSE be, DBQ?

(Watch it: A couple of regulars have nearby birthdays!); March 29, 2012 at 12:48 PM
Titus said...: 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.

boogs.; March 29, 2012 at 12:55 PM
MamaM said...: 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.

Claritin

Clear?; March 29, 2012 at 1:16 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: And what dynamics would THOSE be, DBQ?

(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.; March 29, 2012 at 2:00 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: @ Titus

I may not be able to eat a soft serve ice cream for some time.

May I recommend a Neti Pot.; March 29, 2012 at 2:03 PM
Darcy said...: Fascinating, DBQ. I'm a Capricorn as well (Jan. 5th).

I have never paid much attention to all of that, but I find your description above to be kind of uncanny with regard to TOP.; March 29, 2012 at 2:22 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Me....Jan 6...my first husband March 28.

Twilight zone music. hee hee.; March 29, 2012 at 2:38 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Capricorn women rule!!!

I think that Allie is a Cap too.; March 29, 2012 at 2:39 PM
chickelit said...: DBQ wrote: ...domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force...

@blake: you ever see yourself that way?

Me neither.; March 29, 2012 at 2:49 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: @ Pollo

Not stereotyping all Aries men.or all Capricorn women. Just my ex husband and from what I can see...the Lawnboy too.

No offense meant.; March 29, 2012 at 2:52 PM
Titus said...: I am cancer.

I like chihuahuas and chinese noodles.

Let's meet and have a baby now.; March 29, 2012 at 3:01 PM
chickelit said...: None taken, DBQ!; March 29, 2012 at 3:29 PM
chickelit said...: Let's meet and have a baby now.

I 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?; March 29, 2012 at 3:32 PM
MamaM said...: 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; March 29, 2012 at 3:56 PM
Michael Haz said...: Best cure for stuffed up sinuses is wasabi. Or maybe strong horseradish.

Best cure for stuffed shirts is ridicule. Or maybe strong irony.

I'm an aquarian. I know these things.

ass.; March 29, 2012 at 4:03 PM
Titus said...: That's a quote from a B-52's song titled A Song For Future Generation.

All 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; March 29, 2012 at 4:10 PM
chickelit said...: B-52's... I love their song Roam...especially the way both their voices sort of creek and croak over certain words.; March 29, 2012 at 4:18 PM
Titus said...: This is my favorite b52 song.

This 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; March 29, 2012 at 4:21 PM
blake said...: ...domineering, manipulative, controlling, narcissistic, negative force...

That's me to a tee!

Now I just needs me a Capricorny wimmenz...

*looks around*

*waves at Darcy*; March 29, 2012 at 4:23 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Oh wow. I haven't thought about the the B 52's in years. What a great song. Cool memories.; March 29, 2012 at 4:29 PM
chickelit said...: @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.; March 29, 2012 at 4:35 PM
Michael Haz said...: I've got me a Chrysler; it's as big as a whale...

Love Shack!; March 29, 2012 at 4:53 PM
ndspinelli said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 5:21 PM
Anonymous said...: I 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.

Titus 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.; March 29, 2012 at 5:33 PM
Anonymous said...: 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?; March 29, 2012 at 5:37 PM
Anonymous said...: Sagittarius. Bad spellers.; March 29, 2012 at 5:39 PM
AllenS said...: If you can spell Sagittarius, you're not a bad speller.; March 29, 2012 at 5:56 PM
Titus said...: No Allie I don't want any children.

My 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.; March 29, 2012 at 6:01 PM
chickelit said...: Hair of the dog that shit you?; March 29, 2012 at 6:11 PM
chickelit said...: What about the Common Clumber? How come nobody gives a shit about that breed?; March 29, 2012 at 6:15 PM
windbag said...: My 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.

My uncle got that way after he got old.; March 29, 2012 at 6:19 PM
Anonymous said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; March 29, 2012 at 6:27 PM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 6:30 PM
Titus said...: Nobody gives a shit about that breed because a majority of Americans have never heard of it.

Some 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; March 29, 2012 at 6:41 PM
Anonymous said...: Titus, just wondering, what would you use, a turkey baster?

TURKIES! RUN!; March 29, 2012 at 6:50 PM
chickelit said...: I think that's pure elitism, NTTARWT

Do pure bred dog lovers dislike canine miscegenation?; March 29, 2012 at 6:57 PM
MamaM said...: 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?"?; March 29, 2012 at 7:06 PM
Darcy said...: Aww shucks, Blakesy. We are doomed according to DBQ (and for other reasons, I'm sure). :)

But hey, let's dance!; March 29, 2012 at 7:47 PM
blake said...: Let's cut a rug, girly!

o/~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; March 29, 2012 at 7:48 PM
Darcy said...: Uh. I don't know if I can dance to that. lol; March 29, 2012 at 7:53 PM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 7:57 PM
Anonymous said...: Niel Young Harvest Moon, great to slow dance to Darcy.; March 29, 2012 at 7:59 PM
windbag said...: "I had not shoes, and I murmured, till I met a man who had no feet."

...so I stole his shoes. It's not like he'll miss them or anything.; March 29, 2012 at 8:19 PM
Darcy said...: Dancing music.; March 29, 2012 at 8:21 PM
blake said...: I'll defer to your taste in music.

And, really, I can't dance. So it's gotta be a slow dance/long hug.; March 29, 2012 at 8:28 PM
chickelit said...: Neil Young sings about the eternal quadrangle, link, about why things spin in circles.; March 29, 2012 at 9:20 PM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 9:29 PM
Michael Haz said...: It's good to take a little time every day to appreciate the ones you love.; March 29, 2012 at 9:41 PM
Titus said...: I am titus.

I am a cancer.

I like rare clumbers and exotic hogs.

Let's meet and have a baby now.; March 29, 2012 at 10:22 PM
Anonymous said...: Turkey baster baby! Gobble gobble!; March 29, 2012 at 10:27 PM
Titus said...: rare clumbers don't breed by turkey basters.

There 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.; March 29, 2012 at 10:37 PM
Anonymous said...: 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.; March 29, 2012 at 10:40 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Aww shucks, Blakesy. We are doomed according to DBQ (and for other reasons, I'm sure). :)

Maybe...But.... you'll have an exciting and challenging time

For a while.

:-P; March 29, 2012 at 10:46 PM
Titus said...: I wasn't sure Allie.; March 29, 2012 at 11:44 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...: For you Titus.; March 30, 2012 at 1:03 AM
Titus said...: Troop has left us.

So we just talk amongst ourselves.

tits.; March 30, 2012 at 2:46 AM
Anonymous said...: A birdie told me today is Chickie's birthday! Happy Birthday you Royal Little Pecker, no, or was it Clucker?; March 30, 2012 at 12:27 PM
The Dude said...: Troop has gone to reside in the land of wind, ghosts and Bissage.; March 30, 2012 at 12:35 PM
Titus said...: Happy Birthday fellow cheesehead Chickie Wickie.

Gobble Gobble one of us.

tits.; March 30, 2012 at 12:54 PM
MamaM said...: A cloud of Aries!; March 30, 2012 at 1:20 PM
ndspinelli said...: Buon Compleanno, chick.; March 30, 2012 at 1:47 PM
MamaM said...: Hah! chickenlittle: Had to think about this one for a while before sending felicitations:

Celebrating 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".; March 30, 2012 at 5:42 PM
Darcy said...: Happy birthday, dear Bruce.; March 30, 2012 at 7:08 PM
blake said...: Blogger birthday wishes, Bruce!; March 30, 2012 at 7:17 PM
TTBurnett said...: Happy Birthday, Bruce!; March 30, 2012 at 7:46 PM
chickelit said...: Thank you all for the well wishes!; March 30, 2012 at 8:16 PM
TTBurnett said...: Now for something completely different:
It's tough to be a girl musician.; March 30, 2012 at 9:29 PM
The Dude said...: Maybe someone should call Lee Lee's tomorrow and ask for Troop.; March 30, 2012 at 9:50 PM
Anonymous said...: Yes, where is our Blogfather? I hope all is well.; March 30, 2012 at 10:33 PM
TTBurnett said...: Wassamatta? You don't like Spike Jones?
I could try Spike Lee, if you REALLY want something to complain about.; March 31, 2012 at 1:04 AM
AllenS said...: Happy birthday, Chick!; March 31, 2012 at 7:36 AM
chickelit said...: Thanks Allen.

Today id blake's birthday!

Happy Birthday, blakio; March 31, 2012 at 9:54 AM
chickelit said...: You, see, it seems like me, Meade, and blake all have the same birthday!; March 31, 2012 at 9:56 AM
blake said...: Thanks, Bruce.

Tim! That reminds me of "Howard Shore and His All Nurse Band". I suppose that's a gag going back to the Greeks.; March 31, 2012 at 12:13 PM
Darcy said...: Happy birthday, dear Blakesy.; March 31, 2012 at 2:04 PM
Anonymous said...: Oh it's Blake's birthday? Well Happy Birthday, I'm so late to this party!; March 31, 2012 at 10:20 PM
AllenS said...: Happy birthday, Blake!; April 1, 2012 at 9:37 AM

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