I have been meeting with several television executives as the process of the show has enfolded. TLC is very fond of strange and different TV shows. They have such hits as "Strange Addictions" and "My 600pound life" and "Extreme Couponing" and "Sister Wives." They are always looking for new content and when they got excited about my performance and they started pitching some spin offs to me. I finally found one that looks like it might be fun.
You see I introduced them to our friend the Crack MC and they thought doing a salt and pepper buddy show was the way to go since all those cop shows and movies have to have the black guy and the white guy as partners. So the came up with the concept of our new show "It's not over till it's over."
You see the Crack MC and I are going to every Yankee game with members of various New Age religions and we will interview them during the game. I will be dressed like Yogi Berra and Crack will be dressed like that Maraschino Yogi guy. I will be quizzing them on baseball trivia and Crack will be ranting at them about how their philosophy will ruin the world. Salt and pepper. It will be a lot of fun.
I hope to have all of you guys appear as guest stars when the Yankees are playing in a city near you!
Look for it on TLC this July.
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You can't really do philosophy in the stands at Yankee Stadium. Philosophy is for losers not for winners like Yankee fans who are copacetic as long as they're winning and go all froth at the mouth falling down in a rage when Boston beats 'em to the pennant.
I didn't realize Crack was NYC based. I thought he lived in L.A.
The Cosmic energy generated will be out of this world.
English: "Snap! Crackle! Pop!"
Sweden: Piff! Paff! Puff!
Germany: Knisper! Knasper! Knusper!
Mexico: Pim! Pam! Pum!
Finland: Riks! Raks! Poks!
Canadian French: Cric! Crac! Croc!
Netherlands: Pif! Paf! Pof!
South Africa: Knap! Knaetter! Knak!
You've gotta have Crackle or the clocks not wound!
From the "my baloney has a first name" people, the Krispy Jingle
Crack said last week that he lived n Utah. Strange place for him.
Crack said last week that he lived n Utah. Strange place for him.
Strange indeed. Almost as strange as the two guys in the bar last night who were falling off their stools laughing over some nurse they'd just met who couldn't spell or recognize a ringer. They said she came in promoting a pissing contest when all they wanted to so was sit and argue.
The one wearing the mask seemed especially scathing, but he may have been a weak sister. Nothing a good debreding wouldn't cure. Might even improve his looks, was MamaM's though!
Did you enjoy that exchange? It was amusing, in a sick sort of way. Bagoh is such a sweetie though, I might have the hots for him. Those pale blue eyes, mmmm mmmm mmmm.
As for engaging with Fen in a "prove you are a nurse" BS, no I won't sink to his level he was merely a fly buzzing around my head, Seven was the guy that I was having fun with.
I do not have to prove a damn thing to him or anyone else. I know who I am, what I have accomplished and I'm fine with that, THAT is all that matters.
A hospital security guard quizzing ME on medical terminology? Ludicrous. Even if he does spell better than me, lol. I don't argue or debate with the likes of Fen or Seven, ever.
Why don't you comment on Althouse MamaM , it would be such fun reading your stuff. I don't blame you for staying here where it's safe.
It's the weekend , is it time for our weekly tit for tat, or should we stick to crochet?
I bet some commenters such as Fen and Seven Machos and others who seem to have a fixation about it, would NEVER have the guts to engage Trooper, who also has issues with spelling. Perhaps creative , engaging , lively people just can't be bothered with such mundane things.
Always nice when a good time is had by all.
Can't stop hoppin' when the cereal's poppin'.
Oh snap!
I missed all your blog fights Allie. Are they on the Gush v. Bore thread?
Only one, a Mexican wrestling match with Seven Nachos and his hunchbacked side kick, Guacamoto aka Fen.
On Wisconsin Teachers are the Devil and Kids are Their Little Demons thread.
...he was merely a fly buzzing around my head.
According to Veleeta, flies buzzing about the head are not a good thing. No strong tale to swish them away.
Best to put turn the googly eye to ciphering which kind it might be, the common house variety or the Blue Bottle Blow fly, which is drawn to decayed material and lays eggs where it feeds.
Snap! indeed...MamaM totally made me forget WTF was this thread about.
Shoo fly.
Name for the show: Jimmy Crack Korn
Jimmy Crack Corner
And I don't care, the mastur's gone away.
Flies all green and buzzing
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes
Scratch their matted hair
Well it would be better than watching the Yankees play.
Holy, moley, I'm surprised someone didn't get there first.
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Allie: DANG, I KNEW I'D GOTTEN RIGHT THAT REFERENCE OF YOURS A FEW DAYS BACK.
I knew, right away, that you'd got bit with a smitten for bagoh20 (and likely not just on account of the new avi which better represented those blue, blue eyes).
: ) ; )
You go, girl. That would be a great and intriguing combination. And if any guy needs a bit of down-home stirring up, it is he, bless him: a good guy, I firmly believe, who could use some serious, stirrin'-up, down-home lovin'.
For the record: The above is an entirely snark-free comment. I kid you not, and seriously. Full stop.
Rcommal, I'm awake now because I fell asleep too early. Yep you got it right, is it possible to fall in love with a pair of eyes? Or that sexy unshaven jaw with a dimple just slightly noticeable? He looks a bit sweaty after that hike....
Yes I think he needs some good lovin' and I could provide, I'd be delighted. It would be my pleasure actually.I wonder how old he is, hope he's not too young, turn off.
But he is a real live person and we are so different politically. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him and make those beautiful blue eyes sad.
Especially after what he's gone through.
Oh Yeah! Surely someone that hunky and sweaty and dreamy is just waiting for a sixty year old cow who constantly passes flammable gas to show him some good times. Especially one that will moo at anything with a viable third leg. Course he loves him some dogs, so there's that going.
Fishing for sexual preferences and casting around for how old he is won't lend a clue. Archetypes are ageless.
MamaM, charming as usual. Your observations about my personality invite me to reciprocate, but I won't bother with you, you simply are not worth my precious time.
Besides, a woman my age needs to preserve her energy for more "pleasurable" pursuits.
MamaM, charming as usual. Your observations about my personality invite me to reciprocate, but I won't bother with you, you simply are not worth my precious time.
Riks!
Followed by the fast regroup,
Besides, a woman my age needs to preserve her energy for more "pleasurable" pursuits.
Poks!
I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him and make those beautiful blue eyes sad.
Or make blue eyes cryin' in the rein? :)
Allie: Perhaps you should start a blog and entice blue eyes to "meade" you?
No, I have sworn off online romances, truth be told. I'm just gushing over a sexy blue eyed man, no more.
Gushing, on a private blog, among friends.
Of course, some may not consider me a friend, that's OK.
Friends may
Gush, Babble and
Go with the flow .
They don't fish
For personal
Information
Especially
Not where the sign
Says, "Off limits"!
AllieOop said...
Only one, a Mexican wrestling match with Seven Nachos and his hunchbacked side kick, Guacamoto aka Fen.
OK, I would have written "Guacamodo" but it's your pun.
Hugo, Allie.
I live a very happy life, I earned that privilege.
At this point I simply won't indulge consistently negative people. I have no room for them in my life offline and there comes a point I won't even acknowledge them online, especially in a group of "friends", most of which seem to understand social constructs that discourage rude behavior among friends. Ball busting is one thing, rude behavior is another.
You need to back off, seriously.
My last comment directed to MamaM, to be clear.
OK, I'm sorry I insulted your pun.
As a young teen, I used to rent the Lon Chaney Universal film classics from the Madison Public Library. They had super 8 versions. Then I tracked down the original stories by Gaston Leroux and Victor Hugo and read them too. Well, not the French originals--just the translations. Fascinating stuff.
There really is no longer a need for a library with super 8 films. Sure, the originals have to be preserved, but things like YouTube and even Netflix give access to such things now.
Chickie, I said my comment was directed toward MamaM, did you miss that? I didn't consider it an insult, unless you meant it that way.
I didn't think you did.
Your observations about my personality invite me...
Veleeta says Common Cow behavior like Mooing, Passing Gas and Sniffing for a third leg have more to do with natural tendencies than personality.
That's her observation, at least. There's nothing, well almost nothing, she loves more than thoughtful rumination and a good well placed Moo!
I'm beginning to feel like I have a bullseye on my ass.
I hear fly buzzing, shoo, shoo I say.
Fly fishing is an angling method in which an artificial 'fly' is used to catch fish. The fly is cast using a fly rod, reel, and specialized weighted line.
It's the waited line that makes or breaks the cast.
It's the waited line that makes or breaks the cast.
On Broadway?
@Allie, I was digging around, looking how to spell Leroux correctly and missed your disclaimor.
My son in law brought back these great fly swatters from China. They're shaped like a badminton racket and are electrified. When pesky flies or hornets come a buzzin' that swatter makes a mighty crackle, when a big juicy fly gets swatted. Sometimes you can even see sparks fly.
I use one of these on flies.
Made in USA
OMG! My grandson's 9th birthday is coming up, my daughter is going to be so mad at me when she sees what I got him, thanks Chickie, I was going crazy trying to figure out what to get him.
Small varmints beware and his sisters better get padded pants.
I hope my grandson doesn't see that target on my ass.
You clothes shop at Target?
I actually like Target, but not for clothes. I shop at Nordstroms, Bloomingdales, Kohls, Anthroplogy, The Gap, Victorias Secret (for unmentionables) and wherever has a great sale.
I saw Lon Chaney walking with the queen.
Was he a wearwolf or a clothes horse?
He was a Mummy, wearing wraps.
Unmentionables call things to mind--quite the secret indeed.
Windbag, Lon Chaney knows Titus?
@chick and @allie
I don't know, but his hair was perfect.
There is a really fancy restaurant in Boston called Mooo.
Allie ignore Mamam, although the conflict is not worth it.
And Mamam, tits.
Windbag, I don't have perfect hair.
I have a buzz cut.
I am very butch looking=it's the way I attract hot guys.
I am not a typical looking fag.
Although, younger fags are not "typical" looking either. They have lots of facial hair, tend to be very thin and have no gay qualities.
My generation of gay is all about muscles and a really developed bod.
Should I put my pic on here?
tits.
My generation of fags decided to develop really great bodies as a result of the fag generation before us=which tended to be emaciated and looking like they were going to die, which many of them did.
As a result, my generation was all about not looking like that. And not doing stupid stuff sexually.
tits.
As a result, my generation was all about not looking like that. And not doing stupid stuff sexually.
The Circumscribed Generation
Mamam I am definitely a whore, but a safe whore.
Do you want to see my bleached, waxed pucker Mamam? I know you do. It has never been penetrated and looks like a 12 year old pucker.....thank God.
Now show me your tits slut.
Titus, you've been a bad boy lately, is it the Roid Rage?
Roids, Reverse Aging and The Incredible Shrinking Pucker:
Prior to getting stuck, the T'pucker was flaunted as being lithe and taunt as a 15 year old's. Today, following a round of stall sticking, it is said to resemble a 12 year old.*
*Standards used to assertain pucker age to the nearest year not available.
Everything Steve "Titus" Sandusky writes is a lie.
I did not know any Sandusky's from Waunakee. The name sounds gritty and swarthy.
No wonder Titus escaped to the fabulous beacon on the hill.
As a result, my generation was all about not looking like that. And not doing stupid stuff sexually.
Unfortunately it was also about embracing political losers like Barbara Boxer who wound up doing real economic damage to the country.
I am having some roid rage.
I have decided on a second cycle though, because the beach is just around the corner and I need to be wanted and looked at.
tits.
Titus said...
I am having some roid rage.
At least it's not 'rhoid rage!
Titus,
I wasn't talking about your hair. Embrace the '80s.
At least it's not 'rhoid rage!
Close to Primordeal
Possibly Primrhoidial
Whatever it is, it's cyclical, round and round, like a bike or a period.
Lytton Strachey had 'rhoid rage really bad. He used to carry around a donut-shaped pillow.
And what’s with the word ‘hemorrhoid’?
Surely that should be ‘asteroid
S'up with English
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