The Summer of Boo Boo

No one could understand why Mother Bear was behaving the way that she was. She had always been so modest and conservative. She would wear her frocks and housecoats and spend all her time knitting. But all of a sudden she became very sexual.

She started dressing provocatively. Speaking lewdly. Leaving her Ipad at porno sites like MIFL Hunter and Literotica. And she was really really seductive toward Brother Bear.

She would run around the house in scanty outfits. Pose on the furniture. All in all she drove poor Brother Bear to distraction.

To the point that he had to take his frustration out on campers with long brown hair. You see Mama Bear was a ginger so it was a safe outlet for his sexuality.

It was just too violent.

I blame Mama Bear.
(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears)

Boston sucks....so why do I have to go there.....????

For all of our Boston friends....you should be afraid....be very afraid.

We are going to Beantown next week for a wedding. Our friend the Opera singer is getting married and we are going for the weekend. We are staying in the Marriott at Woburn. I think that is a suburb of Boston and I don't know how far that is away from the downtown area.

We plan to venture into Boston proper on Friday night so if any of you Boston people want to have a drink you have to let me know if you want to get together.

I can just see Titus and his Apu and Tim and Lee Lee all having a drink.

This Zombie shit is overdone....

Lately we have been having quite a few of our customers come in to shop and we have been taking them out for dinner and drinks. It is a relaxing end of the summer so we can get away. When someone comes in who was on the show we usually take them out for drinks and dinner as sort of a thank you.

On Wednesday it was one of the girls who was on the show and her mom who came to the store for a girls night out. They shopped...went for lunch....then shopped some more....and went out with us for drinks. We went over to my favorite Enoteca where I ordered a cheese plate and a thin crust pizza just for us to munch on. As I had said they have great cocktails and we ordered some for a pre-dinner drink. Now the Mom asked for a Black Russian but Jay the waiter brought over a White Russian instead. Which I thought was better because your Russians should be like your presidents.....so the woman wanted to send it back. I said wait a minute bring it right over here and I enjoyed it along with my rum and coke. All in all we had a great time. After our customers left we went out to sit at the sidewalk cafe to enjoy a final drink and some funny stuff happened (but that's for another post).

Anyway this past Thursday Jenny Gems came to the store. She brought some rings for me to look at as I am getting Lisa a new wedding ring for our Anniversary. So we were checking the stuff out and she did some shopping and we decided to go for dinner. But we wanted to do something different. You see Jenny used to live in the neighborhood before she got married and moved to the end of Long Island. So she knows a lot of the joints and has her own opinions. The last couple of times she came by on a Monday and we ended up going to Casa Rosa to eat as she likes the food. As you might remember I have a beef with the owner so I don't like to go there all that much but the few times we go with Jenny Gems means we won't be totally at war. I mean I spent so much fucking money in the guys place and he would just bust my balls. After he closes up he liked to ride in his car real slow and look in the windows or the sidewalk cafes to see where people we eating. He never failed to tell me as I would be walking by "I saw you eating in the Thai Restaurant last night....or....hey how come you went to Marco Polo instead of my place." Why? Because you are ripping me off man that's why. Jeeez.

Anyway we decide to go out for a drink and back to that Yuppie joint Watty and Meg because the food was ok and Jenny wanted to try it. But their drinks sucked so we decided to go to a bar for a  cocktail first. We go down to Smith St and walk along to see what we can see. We pass a couple of joints and decide to go into this dive called the "Zombie Hut." This is hipster doufous central. It is a Tiki Bar with all the decorations and they specialize in rum drinks like a "Frozen Zombie" or "Mai-Tai's" and "Singapore Slings" and shit like that there. It was full of kids in their early twenties. Their very early twenties. I have stains on my underwear that are older. The girl behind the bar looks like she is twelve. She gets our order. Now we are sitting at the end of the bar. Three people in their fifties. I mean we are too old for this joint but unlike most of the other dumb fucks in there we have money and won't be ordering three dollar PBR's all night. She pours the drinks. And then she asks me for my credit card. SHE ASKS ME FOR MY CREDIT CARD!!!!!!

Now look I know how this works. Most joints let you know when you go in. But I am almost never asked. Because when people see me they know I am a bar guy. And that I am not going to run out on a check. Look you stupid cunt I am fifty fucking six years old and I don't run out on my bar tab. I have been drinking on Court St for thirty five years and nobody ever asked for my credit card. Ever. I wanted to yell "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!" But I mean you can't do that. I just said "Fuck that sweetie" and put a $100 on the bar. And mumbled to myself. But the wife and her friend were having fun taking little monkey drink things out of the swizzle stick glass on the bar so I just sat there and minded my own business.

I am too old for this shit. I like a real bar where you are treated with the respect you have earned by being a functional alcoholic for so many years running. You know where you can get a great cocktail and not have be bumped into by a bunch of douches doing Jaeger shots and PBR's while rooting for the fuckin' Jets on the TV.

I am turning into a fat Clint Eastwood!

GET OFF OF MY FUCKING LAWN AND I WON'T GIVE YOU MY CREDIT CARD YOU DUMB CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for being mice elf again

Just sayn'

Who cares about the conventions?

Rembrance of Things Pabst

I am been really busy dealing with the teeth so I haven't had time to post much. We have found the best way to deal with it is alcohol. Lots of alcohol.

Now we are basically wine drinkers but lately we have been having a cocktail to start off dinner. Just one but one to get you to relax and to stop your jaw from hurting. The wife loves her cosmos and I mix it up depending on how I feel.

This past Sunday we decided to go out. Now Sunday night is a great night to go out as most of the amateurs stay home. And since we have so many restaurants in walking distance we decided to do something different. Which wasn't my idea but I figured why not?

You see as I have often said....there are two kinds of places in the neighborhood. The yuppie-scum/hipster-dofous joints and the old school regular guy places. Now we almost exclusively go to the old school places which means we go the same joints over and over again. Which I like. It is always good food and a good pour with consistent food. So we hit Marco Polo, Enoteca, Nine D Thai, Mexcals and the red sauce joints like Casa Rosa, Red Rose and Sams. But we decided to turn left instead of right when we left the store and go down Court St towards Atlantic. We walked along and decided to give this joint Watty and Meg a try.

This is a joint on the corner of Kane and Court that was in a space that had been about ten other joints in the last ten years. It has some well know chef or something and the typical fancy smanchy cuisine that impresses the yuppies so much. But what the fuck why not try something different?

First we had to decide if we wanted to sit outside on the sidewalk cafe or inside where the AC really wasn't pumping. We compromised by sitting right by the door so we got a breeze but were not out on the street. It was an evening of compromises.

We started with cocktails. Now they had a cocktail menu which you would think would be promising but it didn't work out. The wife had a cosmo. That she actually had to send back. It was really poorly made with almost no cranberry and just looked sick. We never send anything back so to do that was a big thing. I ordered a "Pimms Cup" which is an English drink. I had never had one and always saw it on the menu and decided to give it a try. Let me tell you it explains why English people have bad teeth and poor hygiene. It really really sucked. Enough of that we switched to wine.

As appetizers the wife had an iceberg wedge with bacon which was ok and I had perogies which were pretty good. Covered in fried onions and sour cream it was the only good thing I had that night. For the main course she had a Vegetable Wellington which was vegetables such as portabello mushrooms under a puff pastry. It was ok but not worth the build up. I had a ravioli with Swiss chard and ricotta in a cream sauce that was just mediocre. All in all it was not worth the check.

Then we decided to do a pub crawl. We went to this new place called "Strong Place" which seemed to be a bar in the middle of Court St. So we sit at the bar and much to our chagrin....they did not have cocktails. Only craft beer and wine. So we decided to make the best of it and ordered some wine. And started talking to the two girls behind the bar. Who turned out to be total loons. I mean batshit crazy. It was scary shit.

So we kept walking and the only place open was Enoteca which is our cafeteria more or less. Marco's dad Joe was sitting outside with a couple of his cronies having some wine and a cigar. He calls us over to sit and have a drink. We have a couple of superb cocktails mixed to perfection. When we get up to go and I call over the waiter for the check he goes "We love you guys there is no check."

You see that is a regular guy place. They take care of their friends. No fifty dollar check for a couple of glasses of wine. 

It just goes to show you.

I am not elf Obsessed....

I mean I think about them now and again ........but I am not obsessed.

Drudge Report: VP candidate dipped his quill into inkwell

Drudge Report ( August 25, 2012) It was reported by various sources that Congressman Paul Ryan had an African American girlfriend while he was in college. Unlike President Obama's purported girlfriends she was neither a composite or a dude. What effect on the claims that Congressman Ryan is a racist is yet to be seen.

We were unable to locate the young lady and her father only would offer us a Jello Pudding Pop.
Developing....................

Whose that author?

This was while Donna was clearing the table, setting the dishes in the sink to wash later on, and Armand was waiting the forty-five minutes it took for another chick pie to heat. They'd had one each for supper and he was still hungry. Richie was in the living room watching TV. Donna moved on from Elvis and his apostles to Elvis' greatest hits to how she had tried one time to get a job in corrections down there to be near Elvis's home. The West Tennessee Reception Center was her first choice because it was right in Memphis. When they turned her down she waited a year and tried again, requesting Brushy Mountain, DeBerry Correctional, Fort Pillow, any one of those, even the Tennessee Prison for Women in Nashville would have been better than nothing. "And you don't think there wasn't some kind of conspiracy to keep me out?"

Armand never said there was. He was waiting for that Swanson's chicken pie to hurry up and get done.

Big Red Sox trade today....

They traded Ted Williams frozen head and a can of tuna for a quart of Magic Johnson's Aid's infected sperm.

It was an even trade.

Best of luck to both teams.

Whose that girl?

She is smoking and was the star of every other movie that I saw during the 1980's.

Whose that girl?

Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had to go for a checkup on the posts this morning.

I'am a scared Norton!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What time is it?

She could do it with her little nurse hat on.....

This is what hanging out in a bar is supposed to be like!!!!!!

They don't do cool shit like this on TV anymore!!!!!

Love American Style.....the red, white and blue balls

So the wife and I have started watching this new cable channel.....Me TV. No it is not about me....but it has all of the great programs from the fifties and the sixties. Gunsmoke. Bonanza. Perry Mason. Combat. 12 O'clock High. The Twilight Zone. The Honeymooners. The Untouchables.That Girl. The In Laws. Peter Gunn. The Rebel. Branded. The Rifleman. The Big Valley. Cannon and Barnaby Jones. The original Hawaii Five O. The Brady Bunch. Mission Impossible. The original Star Trek. Just about every old time series that I write about here.

Plus all these great commercials about cheap cell phones, little scooters and yogurt that makes you shit.

So I have been having a great time recording these shows and late at night we catch one or two of them. Some really hold up well. Peter Gunn is great. He is a private eye who gets in a jam every week but punches his way out of it. And every week he is at the jazz club where his really hot girlfriend Lola Allbright sings and trusts her pointy tits at him. It is really super cool.

And then there are artifacts that just don't cut it.

We saw an episode of "The In-Laws." Man did that suck. The premise is that these two couples are thrown together because their kids get married. The two stars are the prim and proper Waspy Eve Arden and the ethnic stereotype (vaguely Italian or Jewish) Kaye Ballard. In this episode a bank robber holds them hostage. And the bank robber is played by Larry Storch (Corporal Agarn from F Troop). It sucked monkey dick.

But what was really freaky was "Love American Style." First of all the first segment had Phyllis Diller on it. You know the one who just died like a couple of days ago, That weird-ed me out to begin with. The next segment was even worse.

This really freaky looking actor named Richard B Schull played a locksmith. He is fixing the lock on this apartment and he sees this hot chick going to her apartment. It was a pre-Mash Loretta Swit. You know Hot Lips. He intercepts her and fiddles with her lock. She tells him it is fine and tries to close the door in his face. But it springs open and it is his chance to mack on her. He keeps asking her creepy questions and gets her to put locks on more and more things. Her windows. Her phone. Her refrigerator. The drawer she keeps her panties in. Then he installs this electronic device that locks everything at the same time. She is warming up to her and offers him a glass of wine. When he says yes and she goes into the kitchen.....he locks every lock in the joint. Now if it was TV today he would rape and murder her and the guy from "Darma and Greg" would show up looking all worried and shit. But this was just creepy single rape fun.

You know. Love American Style.

Seventies Style.

We watched the whole show with our mouths open. ( and not just because our implants hurt).

I think if Amanda Marcotte and some the boring heads twats saw this show their vagina's would fall out.

Hey....that's not such a bad idea.

Palate cleanser retro

And whose that girl?

A quick palate cleanser

Just for youse guys who got too grossed out.

Kitten is still out there. Way out there.

Pick your favorite set of tits

Hey here is a chance for you to pick your favorite set of tits....

Teddy tits.
Ronnie tits.
Tricky Dick tits.
Slick Willie tits.
Trooper tits.

It is enough to make any man hetero. Just sayn'

(The pain medication is really killing me)

Deep thoughts.....by Titus

Titus said...

I have read that looking at tits can relieve pain.

tits.

I guess I was his huckleberry....

I am under the freaking weather. Tuesday I visited the dentist and had several implant posts put in my mouth. And they really hurt.

I had to go under anesthetic and stuff and it was kind of rough. But I am trying to get by without using the oxi that he gave me. Just Motrin and food that don't hurt.

It sucks big time.

Blake tells it like it is......and I have to agree

Our good buddy Blake recently posted a great little speil that I found both illuminating and true...


Almost every online community I've ever been a part of, or even examined in retrospect for historical purposes, has ultimately dissolved. Of those that are still around, most are spiraling the drain. As someone who's been online now for over 20 years(!), it's kind of interesting to me to examine why, and also why there are a few that persist.

The simplest answer to why could probably be reduced to: It's just too big a pain in the ass to maintain. There's not a lot of money in it most of the time. Most of the time, there's no money at all. But I've seen this happen on CompuServe in the pre-web days, too, where genuine income streams were given up rather than put up with the hassle.

But hassles—serious ones, anyway—don't just arise. They're created.

And it always unfolds the same way. There is always (at least) one person who is at cross-purposes with the community. You could call them "trolls" but that's not really comprehensive enough a word. "Traitor" would be a good word, even though they often wouldn't see themselves that way, like Benedict Arnold, or someone who's trying to save the community from itself.

I was in one community where a person like that came in with about five others and systematically and cruelly mocked the regulars. The owner decided "free speech" and those people managed to drive off almost everyone who had made that place their home for years. Most of the locusts, as I envisioned them, left pretty soon after that, including the main troll who managed to offend the owner. trounce the rules, etc., enough to be ejected.

That was a particularly dramatic example. Usually, the treasonous ones are subtler, because in most cases the person who owns the community will defend overt attacks, and people will naturally bind together and fight off interlopers. So, they're covert.

The most insidious ones can foment trouble without ever being fingered. Or even better, for a community's destruction, they can become a bone of contention around which people side. Best of all is if they can fracture a community along principled lines. "Free speech" is a popular one. "I don't want to hang out in a place where we aren't free to post pictures of dismembered babies!"

The people who are like this can be hard to spot, especially if you're guileless. They present a picture of trammeled innocence. They were just minding their own business when baseless attacks were suddenly leveled.

It's never a regular dispute, where people blow up, and then they either get over it (or they leave): A slight is never forgotten, and is always repaid, and repaid, and repaid. Slowly but surely the troll drains the fun out of the community while increasing the burden on the community owner. It's not a wonder that online communities eventually dissolve, but they stay together for any length of time.

Probably the key characteristic of community traitor is a complete inability to communicate. Nothing ever, ever gets in. And they're good at faking it—pretending to respond, like a super-advanced Eliza program—but there's never any real indication that anything ever permeates to their being. (The essence of receiving communication is to be changed by it, after all.)

This isn't true just for online communities of course.

Which brings me to the ones that I've seen thrive: They're all united around a real world purpose. Technical matters, religion, a genuine craft, something that both requires an effort to be a part of and has a put-up-or-shut-up aspect.

In the purely virtual, we hang to imagined threads. No exactly imagined, but really co-created. The community exists because we say it does. We have shared values in some fashion. But our understanding of those values is imperfect, and all it takes to shred a virtual community is someone to come in and push the boundaries of that understanding, to point out the weaknesses, and to drive people to those corners.

It's a shame but I've seen it happen so many times over the years I'm practically inured to it. I think if I were going to start an online community now, I'd do it around an activity. Like, I don't know, bowling

Moneyball

"Ricpic.....over here!"

The Dog Days Are Over 3

I hate that the vacation is over.

We had so much fun.

You wish you could hold on forever.

You just have to hold on to your baby.

And go on to the rest of the year.

Farewell Seatuck.

OH NO THEY KILLED WOODY!!!!

So we are sitting at the pool and all of a sudden we hear this loud thump. We look up on the roof and there is a bird that just fell out of the sky. What the fuck?

There is a bunch of wildlife at Seatuck. Lot's of birds. Bunny rabbits. Egrets. Hurons. We even saw a Seal. No Heidi Klum's but I think she hangs out in East Hampton.

Anyway the bird landed right next to our balcony. That was fucked up. The maid was gonna have a problem climbing out there to clean it off. All of a sudden it rises up and tries to fly. But it has a broken wing or something because it plummets right to pavement in front of the fence. We get up to see what was wrong with it. Bad move.

You see it panicked and got up all of its strength to fly away. And runs smack into the sliding glass doors on the porch. Double loud thump.

It is not as funny as when you see it in a commercial. The bird was bent and hurt. Colleen came out and picked it up in a towel. Got it some water. Put it in a hedge where hopefully it was safe from predators. It was gone the next day. I hope it was OK.

Woody shouldn't get wasted like that.  I mean I have been drunk and walked into a glass door. I hate when that happens.

That's why they call it a Bed and Breakfast.

Seatuck House has a great breakfast every morning. Colleen cooks up some good shit. Pancakes. Waffles. Eggs and Bacon.

It always starts with coffee and juice and a hot pastry. Maybe a muffin. Or a scone. Wrapped in a napkin so it is piping hot to eat with butter or jam.

Then a fruit cup. Lisa is a little restricted on her diet so she can't eat really sugary stuff. No pineapples or cantaloupes or other big time sugars. But berries are fine. So we got a big fruit cup of berries every morning.

Then the main course. I was a stinker and ate whatever she made that day. Like pancakes or waffles. But Colleen made Lisa a special breakfast every day. First she made her soy shake that I usually prepare for her. Then the fruit cup and the coffee. Then eggs made in a variety of ways that are tasty but without too much sugar. She scrambles them with a little cream cheese which makes a superb dish.

We have become really good friends with Colleen. She has come to the store to shop and we spend a lot of time with her when we are there. We usually eat dinner together and they love to go shopping. Which works for me.

I get to sit back and think of pancakes.

Ahhhh. Pancakes!!!!!

Stop staring at my tits.

Seriously. I know they are big and everything. But stop it.

Tits.

The Dog Day's Are Over 2!

Colleen has two Labs at the Inn. Trooper who is pretty old. Like me. And Maho who was a seeing eye dog but is retired now. They are very gentle but boisterous doggies. They love to jump in the pool and swim around. And they go down to the lagoon and jump off the dock and swim to the little sandbar that is about 100 yards away from shore.

Maho was retired because he has severe allergies. Colleen had trained him so she took him back. But he is only about six years old which is half of Trooper's age. So she loves to run around and chase things and wanders. But Trooper likes to sit on the porch and contemplate things. The summer is for vacation. For resting. For relaxing.

I guess most Trooper's think alike. Just sayn'

The Dog Day's Are Over!

So the last day of the vacation Lisa decides we have to go to the Beach. Since we were the only guests at the Inn that day the innkeeper didn't have to make breakfast. So at seven in the morning we jumped in her car and went to the fancy smancy beach at Southhampton.

The beach is totally deserted at that time. Just a couple of people walking their dogs. One had a lab puppy who was all over the place. Lisa and Colleen decided to go to the water and put their feet in the surf. Me I just lay down. I am like Nixon at the beach.

Anyhoo this lady is jogging and she has her little frou-frou dog running with her. Well at least till it gets to me. The little fuck runs up the beach and sits on towel. And wouldn't budge. I mean why run on the hot beach when you can lay next to a fat fuck who throws off a lot of shade and smells like hot dogs. The little fuck wouldn't leave. This rich bitch kept running up and down the beach and her little dog just sat there. Too!

When she was finished she picked her up and got in her freakin' Masserati convertable and didn't even give me a tip for dog watching.

I should have rolled over and squashed the little bastard.

How blogs can be so different.....

It's funny how different two blogs can be.

Television Without Pity recently closed down one of it's threads about reality TV. Namely the one about the Real Housewives of New York. It is the second or third time that has happened to that thread. Mainly because it is moderated by a douche called TWPHoward who is a fucking moron. They have an anal desire to control everything. Every post is evaluated and every comment moderated. You can get banned for just talking about reality TV in a way that they do not approve of in some way.

On the other hand LynnNChicago talked about everything and had a freewheeling and rowdy comment section. She had epic fights with Jill Zarin and other reality personalities. She was a "real" person with faults and good points and everything that went with a real personality. But she didn't block people and ban them from her site.

Of course she is gone now and the TWOP douches are making money hand over fist.

That's the way of the world I guess.

LynnNChicago ....RIP

The founder of the great blog "I Hate Jill Zarin" has passed away at the all too young age of 49. Lynn Hudson who wrote this great blog was a good egg. She was very kind to us at "Big Brooklyn Style" and had only good things to say about the show. I contacted her on Twitter and she was very kind and generous to me. She will be missed.

Lynn is one of the bloggers that so many people don't know about but who has an enormous following. She wrote about reality TV and the "Real Housewives" with a special emphasis on Bravo TV shows. But her comment section never had less than about 300 comments per post. It put TOP to shame.

She had a lot of fights and twitter wars with people and in the end what did it really mean? She was currently having a big fight with Google that is a chilling example of censorship on the internets.

I will miss her daily recaps of reality TV.

Rest in Peace Lynn.

What you looking at me......

Hey I am having a good time here.

No bullshit. No fighting. Nobody complaining they didn't get their order. Nobody looking for money.

I am just sitting here breathing the sea air and reading my kindle.

What's it to you?

What.....oh shit. That's all over. Now I am back in reality mode.

SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Romney picks Ryan....WTF?

I mean how the hell is that prick going to be able to run for vice president? I mean he is busy fucking up his team and making all the drunken idiot Jet fans go on a rampage as if they needed an excuse.

Plus he opened his new chain of store of women's shoe stores.

How is he gonna find the time to run for VP?

It just doesn't make sense.

Whose that author?

“You are obvious, boy. You are difficult to miss. If you came to me in company with a purple lion, a green elephant, and a scarlet unicorn astride which was the King of England in his Royal Robes, I do believe that it is you and you alone that people would stare at, dismissing the others as minor irrelevancies.”

Whose that bloody pig?

I hope she sticks with the tub and stays out of the shower.

This hippie chick from the seventies was a bloody mess and a big time liberal.

Whose that bloody bitch?

Things never change.....

I have been away from the internets for a while and everything is more of the same. I followed the links of what youse guys are talking about and I am very happy I haven't been monitoring TOP!

That stuff can get you ill. Just sayn'

ROMNEY PICKS RYAN......WTF???????

Wait a minute. Mitt Romney picks Rex Ryan to be his vice presidential running mate? WHAT THE FUCK?

I mean the guy is a loser. A blowhard. He never gets anything done. What they are going to make Tim Tebow Secretary of State?

Plus the Democrats will be making a big thing out of him sucking his wife's feet! I mean the guy is a fucking pervert!

What the fuck was Romney thinking?

Sometimes Christmas comes early!

NEW YORK (AP) -- Boston Red Sox manager Bobby Valentine says his team's difficult season has not been caused by the media.

Red Sox president Larry Lucchino said Thursday that he blamed the media ''a little bit'' for the culture of toxicity surrounding Boston since the team's September collapse last year.
''It's always the media. What, are you kidding, partly? I think he was totally incorrect. Partly?'' Valentine said playfully before Friday night's game against the New York Yankees before turning serious.
''The media had nothing to do with the season,'' the manager said.
Boston led the AL wild-card race by nine games in early September, then skidded to a 7-20 finish and missed the playoffs. Terry Francona, who led the Red Sox to World Series titles in 2004 and 2007, left after the season and was replaced by Valentine. The new manager wanted to change a clubhouse culture where players ate fried chicken and drank beer during games, rather than sit in the dugout to support their teammates.
There has been plenty of turmoil as the Red Sox have failed to contend. Valentine clashed with Kevin Youkilis, who was traded. Yahoo! Sports reported Red Sox players met with ownership on July 27 to complain about the manager.
Speaking Thursday on WEEI radio, Lucchino called the report ''exaggerated and inaccurate'' and said the media was partly to blame for the difficult clubhouse culture.
''I think we all share a little blame for it,'' he said. ''There might have been some things that we could have done earlier and better, I mean myself as well, to ensure that it didn't develop to quite the level that it has. But I certainly think the culture of a passionate sports city like Boston with not just one, but two sports talk radio stations, and not just one, but two regional sports networks and not just one city but several cities in New England whose papers cover the team, I think there is an intensity and a breadth to the media coverage here that is different than in most other places.''
Boston began Friday with a 58-61 record, 12 1/2 games behind the first-place Yankees in the AL East.
''It's been a real challenging year. A lot of things going on,'' Valentine said. ''I don't know if it's more than I expected, but it's been challenging - just the way we like it.

Hey a Sunshiney Day!

Look I know I have been slacking off but hey we were having a lot of fun.We got up at the crack of dawn to go to the beach today because it was our last day of vacation.

Lots of post coming soon.

In the meantime let's enjoy the sun.

THHHEEERRREEEE BBBAAAACCCKKKK!!!

Yes we decided to take another couple of days at Seatuck. We need to relax and chill out a little because we were running on empty.

Spent the day by the pool relaxing and reading our Kindles.

So try not to get along.

Why the Green Bay Packers are like Barack Obama

"We picked the most inopportune time to play our worst ball," Clay Matthews said of January's divisional round loss to the New York Giants. "The fact is, (the Giants) didn't beat us; we beat ourselves. We need to play our best ball when it counts. This year, I expect us to be right back where we should be."

What a douche.

Loser.

Plus they are owned by all the welfare receipents in Wisconsin instead of old rich white guys like real teams like the Giants or the Steelers.

Did I tell you lately that the New York Giants won the Super Bowl?

And dude. Let's just shake hands. Stop trying to give me tongue. Jeeeez.

Whose that girl.....

You would have be blind to not know who this TV whore is but she made a lot of kids go blind from whacking it to much when she was on TV.

I have been reading a slew of books about TV starlets and it is funny how there is one universal theme.

Everybody hated this bitch.

Whose that girl?

Deep thoughts.....by Titus

Titus said...

Robert Wood Johnson.

How do you know about these companies?

I would like to be in that company....or have it in me....or something....

Tits

I didn't know that Garage Mahal could run that fast...

I mean usually he likes the dead ones.

Boy is my asshole sore!

And by that I do not mean that spinelli is upset.

OHHHH SHIIITTT!!!!! HEADLIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stop staring at my tits.....

I am cock Robin not a red breast.

You talkin' to me?

What the fuck?

Don't make me come out there.

It is very tough to be a chef....

and run a big restaurant in New York City and still be a Superman Villain all at the same time.

But Lex Luthor does a great job at it. Just sayn'

Deep thoughts.....by Titus

Titus said...
I have a buzz cut ( and a cut hog) and am very butch Troop.

I resent you referring me to some kind of faggy queen.

Where is Mamam-you be good to her and she'll be good to you...bum, da, bum, da, bum.

tits.

Remembrance of things Pabst

Whenever we go to the shows in the city we always take time on Tuesday nights to go to our favorite new restaurant "Incognito." Yesterday it was a special treat as we had our daughter with us as she came to help us shop at Moda, Accesories, Curcuit and Curve which are all the shows we were at the last couple of days.

So we were paticularly happy to get a chance to relax and enjoy a great meal. And all the staff and the owners were really happy to see us back. They all came over to greet us.

We started out with a cocktail as I had a Cuban Collins which is a lemonade like drink with a delicious Cuban rum and the girls had "Incognito Cosmos" which is the same as regular Cosmo but they like to be a little pretentious. I mean this is a mid-priced Italian restaurant in New York City so they try and up their game to attract a nice clientele. They seem to be doing great considering what their rent must be and I have to say I am impressed with how they go about their business.

While we were enjoying our drinks I ordered the wine and the appetizers. They had a nice full bodied Tuscan varietal which they decanted and put on the table to breath. Then they sent over a Margarita thin crust pizza as an amuse bouche as the chef's gift to us as we looked at the menu. I ordered the prosciutto and pears and the Gorgonzola walnut salad and a double order of the mini-meatball appetizers. All were sublime.

Then we ordered the main course. Both of the girls were doing no carbs so they went with the filet mignon. Lisa had it with Bearnasise sauce and Melissa had it with the peppercorn sauce. I repeated myself as I am want to do by getting the goat cheese ravioli in the tomato balasamic vinegar sauce. The sauce is so delicious that you can't believe it. I ordered a plate of fries as a side dish. When the waiter asked if I wanted ketchup I said no. You see I dipped the fries right into the sauce. It was unbelievable! So good!

We opted to not have desssert as we had really put on the feedbag and just had a final after dinner drink.

Then back home to sleep before another busy day today.

Living well is the best revenge.

It's not you.......

Just sayn'