It was a $100 a box pool and when I walked in I was kind of disappointed that I got the numbers 8 and 3. I offered to share the box with the other people who came with me but nobody wanted to come on board. Until I won of course.
I hit the third quarter and had some hope of the final but it didn't happen as there were some late scores. Bastards.
The party was in the upstairs room at Marco Polo where they have the weddings and where we had our premiere party. It was very neighborhoody with an emphasis on "hoods." There were several connected guys with their young tootsies and a bunch of neighborhood knuckleheads. But there was a full bar and lots of food that kept coming out for only $45 a head. It was well worth it.
Oh I had three martini's.
My new rule for Superbowls. Three martini's is the way to go!
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It just rains cash on you! Turn that umbrella upside-down!
Them that's got shall get;
them that's not shall lose.
So the Bible said, and it still is news.
"Portal? I ain't got no portal. I don't need no portal! I don't have to beg you to use any stinkin' portal!"
--The Treasure of Carroll Gardens
Where is the picture of you sitting in the tub full of gin sucking down the martinis with a straw? WHERE THE VERMOUTH BE AT, BOBBY? While simultaneously lighting your Cohiba with a $100 bill...
Wearing spats and a top hat. On your yacht.
Nice big wad Troop.
Congrats.
tits.
Well, I've often seen a cat without a grin, thought Alice, but a grin without a cat? It's the most curious thing I've seen in all my life!
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
Where is my Mamam catfish/ I am ready to swap dick pick and tit picks.
Now let's begin Mary.
No time for dicks, Titus. I started working on my unfinished quilt to pass time during the SBowl Power Outage, and got a second wind along with the 49'ers. Only my clock didn't stop with theirs and I kept sewing through 3 Pawn Stars, 2 American Pickers, and 2 Restoration shows. Which means my quota for manly men and goofs (outside the Mmen) was well and truly met.
Stopped by an art show this afternoon, got inspired, came home to nothing on the blogs, except TY's big win, so I settled in to sew again with more Pawn Stars, Pickers and Hoarders. All of which was enough to convince this Catfish another dump run/Goodwill drop might be a good idea. For everything there is a season.
Nice. Notice how a handful of cash makes those near you smile?
Never fails.
No time for dicks
Isn't that the name of Rosie O'Donnell's autobiography?
You look like a retard flashing money w/ pretty and nice attendant helping you.
That's hilarious Haz.
spinelli you are a fucking bitch...but I love it.
Mamam when you say, "quilting" is that code for something else, my little salmon?
Joining two layers together to make a pattern of dark and light.
Make of it what you will my capatious ChumBag.
They expand when needed to accommodate even the largest bounty
With this line to go with the final pic:
The possible use for this bag is only limited by your imagination.
Mamam, for some reason I found those chumbags somewhat erotic.
Bluewater divers love the ability to adjust the size of the bag to accommodate the secure and hands-free portability of their “chum” bags.
A risky place to store chum should some chum-hungry predator become nibble-friendly. But this is a feature, not a bug, for our beloved clownfish.
Who you calling Clownfish bitch/
for some reason I found those chumbags somewhat erotic.
Titus, I've as little doubt as to the power of your imagination as I do the Harlequin Fish's command of chiaroscuro.
As long as we're discussing ichthy thingths, I thought I post a photo of my favorite fresh water aquarium fish--the lyre-tailed cichlid: link
Can you deep fry one of those fish Mamam?
For a Wisconsin Friday Night Fish Fry at a Supper Club?
Tonight is cold, blustery and snowing in Boston. To comfort myself I am doing a ball cleansing consisting of lilac, vanilla, rosemary, bark, thyme, sage and patchouli. They are currently soaking in the flavor as I type. I feel tingly.
tits.
I love deep fried Blue Gills.
I also enjoy gutting a fish.
I am so straight.
How many faggies would type that?
Scrotal Madging?
Better than the view I'm getting with the Scrotal I'Magdination Series.
In contrast to the fluid loveliness of a Blue tipped Lyre Tail, there is the clean'n' jerk stop action I'Madge of someone maneuvering himself and his balls around so he can situate and soak them in a bowlful of pungent liquid while he types.
Pungent is a cool word. I would take it as a handle if I had things to do over again.
I will have you know that soaking and typing at the same time requires much talent.
Have some fucking respect peeps.
The full cleanse has now been completed and I feel right with the world.
thank you.
It has allowed my the little peace and grace I have in order to fire two people tomorrow.
I hate firing people. But if you had 3 chances that gives me a little more assurance.
Now Mamam, i want pics of that quilting project. And I want to see every fucking stitch, otherwise, I am suspect that "quilting" may mean something more adventurous and stimulating....for my loins.
loins, loins.
tits.
I will have you know that soaking and typing at the same time requires much talent.
Does it require a special chair, like the one Daniel Craig had in Casino Royale?
Does it require a special chair...
If not that, then a
special stand
Good morning everyone. And a good morning it is. A good morning for a celebration!
Being a good Catholic boy, I look at the calendar every now and then to see what's on the liturgical horizon. When I looke at teh beginning of February, I saw "February 6th - Feast of St. Titus."
Feast of St. Titus?? I'm celebrating by dressing fab today. Fabby fabulous.
Who was St. Titus, you ask. Let's go to the books (important parts highlighted):
Titus (d. 94?): Titus has the distinction of being a close friend and disciple of Paul as well as a fellow missionary. He was Greek, apparently from Antioch. Even though Titus was a Gentile, Paul would not let him be forced to undergo circumcision at Jerusalem. Titus is seen as a peacemaker, administrator, great friend. Paul’s second letter to Corinth affords an insight into the depth of his friendship with Titus, and the great fellowship they had in preaching the gospel: “When I went to Troas...I had no relief in my spirit because I did not find my brother Titus. So I took leave of them and went on to Macedonia.... For even when we came into Macedonia, our flesh had no rest, but we were afflicted in every way—external conflicts, internal fears. But God, who encourages the downcast, encouraged us by the arrival of Titus...” (2 Corinthians 2:12a, 13; 7:5-6).
When Paul was having trouble with the community at Corinth, Titus was the bearer of Paul’s severe letter and was successful in smoothing things out. Paul writes he was strengthened not only by the arrival of Titus but also “by the encouragement with which he was encouraged in regard to you, as he told us of your yearning, your lament, your zeal for me, so that I rejoiced even more.... And his heart goes out to you all the more, as he remembers the obedience of all of you, when you received him with fear and trembling” (2 Corinthians 7:7a, 15).
Happy Feast of St Titus, Titus!
You're buying din din, right?
I literally shit my pants this morning.
Usually the first thing I do when I get up is pinch a loaf.
But today I got up to the rare clumber panting which meant he had to go bad. So I took him out and while he took his sweet old time pinching I began to percolate.
To make matters worse the trashbins were in a different place than normal which made me take valuable time from getting to the lou.
On the elevator up to my expensive loft the loaf started squirting out, even though I had my hands on my tight ass to try to stop the damage. I was wearing large sweats and it went down my leg and a little nugget hit the elevator floor.
I guess the moral of the story is I am not selfish. I was more concerned abou the rare clumber pinching than my own pinching-that's love.
And anyways we have always shit our pants at sometime in our lives, right? No big deal. There are worse things I could be-as Ruzzo says in Grease.
thanks,.
Thanks Haz very exciting!
Ah! The Feast of Saint Titus:
The external conflicts, internal fears part escaped highlight.
As did we were afflicted in every way
As did we were afflicted in every way
Titus rides the elevator down but climbs a plight of stares.
And he lurves it!
He didn't know whether to shit or go blind, but soon that decision was out of his hands, so to speak.
So, no miracle of the loaves on your feast day?
Titus recites his elevator ordeal
chick, you sound a lot like Lileks.
Or at least how I imagine Lileks would sound if he were gay.
Unplumbed depths, chickelet!
First line in is my favorite. Titus and the Leaking Butt Weld.
What's with all that squirting yielding a little rolling Nugget???
Seems that cached within the baggy sodden sweatpants, thar's hidden gold in them thar hills.
Thanks for the laugh.
Chip S., thanks?
Wait. You were trying to sound gay, right?
This is how I learned never to ask a woman when her baby is due.
So there's no likeness to Paul Lynde?
Close. But I think you could nail it if you got wasted first.
"And 69! I have niece who lives up there."
Snowmageddon cometh tonight. Wine supplies have been updated.
Chip and Chick hilarious clips but I am no Paul Lynde.
We are also getting a blizzard here Friday-possibly 24 inches-hello, I am in heaven
Michael Haz said...
Snowmageddon cometh tonight. Wine supplies have been updated.
Red Rum, Red Rum!
Hearing someone say "Pinch a loaf" was fun. Since it's a phrase limited to my experience here, first read at TOP, I'd not heard it voiced prior to this chirplit.
As with Saints, the question left lingering behind with regard to unconfirmed reports of mysterious, untoward or propitious events in their lives is: "Did that really happen???"
One man's smear, another man's nugget. And vice versa.
HaH! For a moment, a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's...
Yet it found voice in a chirp.
Hearing someone say "Pinch a loaf" was fun. Since it's a phrase limited to my experience here, first read at TOP, I'd not heard it voiced prior to this chirplit.
I first heard the expression on Cheech and Chong's "Big Bambu ca. 1972. I was in middle school then and my older brother had the vinyl. Of course I learned those voices and had memorized all the lines and entertained my cohorts to no end. You can listen for yourself on their skit called Ralph And Herbie ("pinch a loaf" is at the 4m 25s mark).
I started Pinched A Loaf and i want credit.
NOW.
Sorry, Titus, but I called your priority claim four years ago. Still, I won't tell anyone. But I might post my cheerbit on TOP if she puts up a Cafe post.
Would that bother you? It might make Palladian think more fondly of you.
I never listened to Cheech and Chong Chip.
I was too young and already pinching loafs.
But I am glad that through either me or Cheech you enjoy the phrase Pinching A Loaf.
It does have a ring to it doesn't it.
What is so great or interesting about the phrase, "pinching a loaf"?
DID I DO THAT???!!!!
The MamaMadam Myzell zanks you chickelit! The decline started with "Drop a stool-Drop a What???" and the sound effects did me in!
They made me laugh and cry. Laugh imagining the use of that sound in another chirbit, and cry because our Good Old Dog purely loved to poop. He considered it a major triumph and the day he finally couldn't was a sad one.
When I left Bill Cosby for Rod McKuen I experienced some Lost Years and missed out on most of Cheech and Chong.
I came up with nugget!
And I am still the most important and consequential commenter here, that is obviously, natch.
tits.
I suggest that we all take a moment to offer our thanks to John von Neumann, Alan Turing, Claude Shannon, Leonard Kleinrock, Tim Berners-Lee, and all the other smart dudes whose work made it possible for complete strangers to have a real-time discussion of the etymology of "pinch a loaf".
Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go drop a deuce.
The Germans might say: Knipsen einen Laib ab. for "pinch a loaf." I'm making that up but it sounds cool with the separable prefix verb: "pinch a loaf off"
Chip, we've vowel moved from etymology to translation.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go drop a deuce.
Drop the twins off at the pool?
Oof. Now I feel bad about drowning them.
Nice! Martinis generally help any event that you mostly could not give a shit about (given your team was not in it).
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