Again, from Driving Mr. Yogi. His driver, Ron "Gator" Guidry is Cajun and like all Cajun men, he is a great cook. Every Spring Training Gator would bring frog legs from his bayou home and cook them for Yogi. That fat asshole Steinbrenner tasted them once and then horned in on them also.
Titus, When I first moved to Wi. in 1983 I would routinely see frog legs on the menu @ supper clubs. However, the last place I saw them was @ I believe the Pine Knoll Supper Club in Lake Mills. That place closed a couple years ago.
She is here posting constantly but we never see the set of tits on her.
Sadly Titus, MamaM is still one T short when it comes to computing and sending power, so no pics or vids for a while. However, there's others more nubile here who seem inclined to publicly discuss their tits and show ass from time to time. I suggest asking them for some interim shots.
I never pictured Wisconsin as a place full of supper clubs.
I did, however, picture it as a place where some entitled asshole would eat all the fuckin' fish in the house at an all-you-can-eat fish fry, on a tab, giving his nonpaying buddy half his fish, and then protest the joint b/c they ran out of fish.
2. Use artsy-fartsy Shakespeare quote to indicate that we'd be very happy about it, in an artsy-fartsy non-porny way. Bonus: "Band of Brothers" reference makes it seem like a patriotic act.
3. Profit! Unless some party-pooper posts a link to Tombstone to take the thread in another direction.
You know, if It is someone with a long history going back to TOP, you could maybe fathom the hate oozing from every keystroke.
If It is not, then It's just carrying that bile around with it day and night to spew at targets that fit its pathological justifications—the Internet version of serial killer.
Speaking of picking over the bones, I was busy today, I get back, and what the flock has been going on around here? Chik-fil-AYYYYY has become "_", says he is leaving, there was some back and forth that was rude enough for me to have been involved, yet I wasn't. There is a mess of old songs and crap stuck up here, too many mentions of TOP to even concern myself with and now, talk of a freakin' mole.
Really? Moles? Melanomas? Hey baby, let me show you my irregular margins! Oh yeah!
I love the Julie London version of Bye Bye Blackbird, but then I love anything she sang.
She was married to jazz pianist and composer Bobby Troup. Both starred on a TV show called Emergency! in the 1970's. I liked the show because I was then a budding jazz aficionado, and no one I knew would believe that London and Troup were jazzists.
Troup wrote Get Your Kicks on Route 66, among other jazz greats. He was a brilliant musician, and ex-Marine, and held an MBA from the Wharton School.
He met Julie London while she was married to (Dragnet's) Jack Webb. Troup had been hired to produce London's Cry Me A River. It is simply beautiful; elegant, simple, yet complicated. The spaces between the notes are exquisite.
Perhaps the best contemporary version of Cry Me A River is Diane Krall's version recorded in Paris in 2002. Kralls voice is languid and flush, in contrast to London's smoky-throated voice.
Either one, just enchanting for the right reasons. Best heard in a quiet room, lights down, bourbon at hand.
Darcy, Was that Powers Booth in the Tombstone clip? Thanks to Dennis Miller saying it every day, I always think of his Jim Jones line: Come to me my babies! Let me quell your pain!
Titus, I have eaten frog legs because I worked at a Wisconsin Supper Club and we could eat for cheap when we worked. And I was curious. But they came breaded and frozen, so all one had to do was deep fry 'em. Like many of the other menu items.
So will Romney kiss Obama at the end of the song?
ReplyDeleteI love Julie London. This arrangement holds it own against Dino's
ReplyDeleteAnd your campaign song is a funny pick It is sad that most people cannot joke like that.
Yes, and I bet at least one of them will like it.
ReplyDeleteThat yes was to Allie's suggestion.
ReplyDeleteShe's too hot for that bassist. He reminds me of the guy who played the dipshit staying at the same motel as Marilyn Monroe in Niagara.
ReplyDeleteDo you all know that Frog Legs or Saddles are common in Wisconsin Supper Clubs?
ReplyDeleteHave any of you had Frog Legs?
tits.
I want to see mama's tits.
ReplyDeleteShe is here posting constantly but we never see the set of tits on her.
Those set of tits need to be exposed NOW.
Bring it mama, full nipple too.
I love to call tits a "set".
tits.
Love her, love the song, hate the hairdo.
ReplyDeleteAnd no, I'm not gay.
A lot of young women job in my hood and their tits bounce quite a bit during the jogging.
ReplyDeleteI think they do this deliberately to make us notice their tits.
They want us to notice their bouncing tits.
tits.
jog, not job.
ReplyDeletetits...bouncing....while jogging.
tits.
Again, from Driving Mr. Yogi. His driver, Ron "Gator" Guidry is Cajun and like all Cajun men, he is a great cook. Every Spring Training Gator would bring frog legs from his bayou home and cook them for Yogi. That fat asshole Steinbrenner tasted them once and then horned in on them also.
ReplyDeleteTitus, When I first moved to Wi. in 1983 I would routinely see frog legs on the menu @ supper clubs. However, the last place I saw them was @ I believe the Pine Knoll Supper Club in Lake Mills. That place closed a couple years ago.
I want to see mama's tits.
ReplyDeleteShe is here posting constantly but we never see the set of tits on her.
Sadly Titus, MamaM is still one T short when it comes to computing and sending power, so no pics or vids for a while. However, there's others more nubile here who seem inclined to publicly discuss their tits and show ass from time to time. I suggest asking them for some interim shots.
Thanks for your consideration Mamam.
ReplyDeleteI know it was probably a difficult decision.
tits.
spinelli, they still have frog legs at many supper clubs in Wisconsin.
ReplyDeletetits.
I never pictured Wisconsin as a place full of supper clubs.
ReplyDeleteI did, however, picture it as a place where some entitled asshole would eat all the fuckin' fish in the house at an all-you-can-eat fish fry, on a tab, giving his nonpaying buddy half his fish, and then protest the joint b/c they ran out of fish.
(There's the TOP reference for today.)
I love this song. It was a favorite of my dad's and he would sing it a lot. He had a really rich, soothing voice.
ReplyDeleteI miss him so much.
And I guess I'm your Huckleberry, Titus.
ReplyDeleteDoes your Moon River allusion mean we're gonna get some ass shots?
ReplyDeleteWe few, we happy few; we band of brothers!
LOL. Butthead.
ReplyDeleteWe can all write our own "beavis" replies, and then not post them.
ReplyDeleteIt'll be better that way.
Moon River? I thought Darcy was referring to this!
ReplyDeleteYou get me, EBL. ;-)
ReplyDeleteLove that movie!
I'm sure you're right, EBL.
ReplyDeleteBut you tell me how to work in a request for ass pics on the basis of that movie.
Moon Over Miami, Darcy ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL! Reminds me of my favorite breakfast at Denny's - Moons Over My Hammy. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhere else would they be?
ReplyDeleteBut you tell me how to work in a request for ass pics on the basis of that movie...
ReplyDeleteWell don't let me spoil that effort Chip! Although, quoting Henry's St. Crispin Day speech (as much as I love that) seems a curious choice.
1. Post a comment such as my 1:05
ReplyDelete2. Use artsy-fartsy Shakespeare quote to indicate that we'd be very happy about it, in an artsy-fartsy non-porny way. Bonus: "Band of Brothers" reference makes it seem like a patriotic act.
3. Profit! Unless some party-pooper posts a link to Tombstone to take the thread in another direction.
Non-porny fail! lol
ReplyDeleteI do like the smarty types, though.
Dammit.
ReplyDeleteUnless you meant smart-asses.
Hey, EBL--j/k, btw.
You know, if It is someone with a long history going back to TOP, you could maybe fathom the hate oozing from every keystroke.
ReplyDeleteIf It is not, then It's just carrying that bile around with it day and night to spew at targets that fit its pathological justifications—the Internet version of serial killer.
Oh, if you want a moon why don't you just say so!
ReplyDeleteDon't let me stop Darcy or Allie posting anything they like for Chip and the guys! I am sorry for derailing Chip's effort!
ReplyDeleteJust be careful out there!
Yeah. Um, thanks, EBL.
ReplyDeleteIf you wanted the moon I would try to make a start, but I would rather you let me give you my heart..
ReplyDeleteOh! I love that song and that movie, Bruce.
ReplyDeleteAnd quit disappearing! x-(
No worries Darcy--I'm just working on my Claude Rains impression. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's the best I can do...
ReplyDeletePretty darned good.
ReplyDeleteBarack Obama's literary agent is a birther?
ReplyDeleteOkay. This has definitely been a bad week for Obama.
Granted, that statement was back in 1991. But jeez louise. You would almost think he was throwing this thing.
Ooo, I just got drunk off of sugar alcohols, now I gotta the runs.
ReplyDeleteObama was born? You have got to be shitting me.
ReplyDeleteThat fucking vulture was hatched.
Speaking of picking over the bones, I was busy today, I get back, and what the flock has been going on around here? Chik-fil-AYYYYY has become "_", says he is leaving, there was some back and forth that was rude enough for me to have been involved, yet I wasn't. There is a mess of old songs and crap stuck up here, too many mentions of TOP to even concern myself with and now, talk of a freakin' mole.
Really? Moles? Melanomas? Hey baby, let me show you my irregular margins! Oh yeah!
I love the Julie London version of Bye Bye Blackbird, but then I love anything she sang.
ReplyDeleteShe was married to jazz pianist and composer Bobby Troup. Both starred on a TV show called Emergency! in the 1970's. I liked the show because I was then a budding jazz aficionado, and no one I knew would believe that London and Troup were jazzists.
Troup wrote Get Your Kicks on Route 66, among other jazz greats. He was a brilliant musician, and ex-Marine, and held an MBA from the Wharton School.
He met Julie London while she was married to (Dragnet's) Jack Webb. Troup had been hired to produce London's Cry Me A River. It is simply beautiful; elegant, simple, yet complicated. The spaces between the notes are exquisite.
Perhaps the best contemporary version of Cry Me A River is Diane Krall's version recorded in Paris in 2002. Kralls voice is languid and flush, in contrast to London's smoky-throated voice.
Either one, just enchanting for the right reasons. Best heard in a quiet room, lights down, bourbon at hand.
Darcy,
ReplyDeleteWas that Powers Booth in the Tombstone clip? Thanks to Dennis Miller saying it every day, I always think of his Jim Jones line: Come to me my babies! Let me quell your pain!
Titus,
I have eaten frog legs because I worked at a Wisconsin Supper Club and we could eat for cheap when we worked. And I was curious. But they came breaded and frozen, so all one had to do was deep fry 'em. Like many of the other menu items.
Bits.
Powers Boothe was great in Tombstone.
ReplyDelete