Thursday, March 7, 2013

Purchase of the Day!

I had to go to 86th Street today and I needed a snack. Now I gave up pizza for Lent and there is a great pizza store over there. So I couldn't get a slice and I was pretty pissed off.

Anyway the wife went into Century 21 and I popped out for a dirty water dog. Nothing like a hot dog slathered in mustard and sauerkraut on a cold day.

Oh this photo is from the summer. It is snowing today. I didn't have a shot of it. But you get the idea.

Purchase of the Day!

21 comments:

Chip S. said...

Well I love that dirty wahddah,
Oooh, oooh, Boston you're my home.


Waiting for the start of the Jackie Bradley, Jr., era at the Fens.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

You could have gone to Papaya King too.

windbag said...

That's funny, because when I was in the restaurant earlier, I wanted to grab a couple of dogs, but I resisted. I guess together we balanced the karmic energy of animal innards (with apologies to EBL, of course).

Trooper York said...

This will be a new feature here.

My purchase of the day.

Of course it will be something I bought and not something I begged you to buy through my portal.

Oh and it will most often be food.

chickelit said...

Today I bought 60 ft of 1/2 pvc pipe, miscellaneous fittings, and some blue glue. I put together and tested an irrigation system for my planned vegetable garden as it's almost planting season out here.

Dust Bunny Queen said...

Check out this chicken shit move. I decide to post something inocuous about Alvin Lee (RIP) over at TOP and it keeps getting deleted. Geeze. I guess if you don't kiss someone's ass you get censored.

Well,...I'll try my post again.

This is one of my favorites by Alvin Lee

and This one makes me laugh every time.

I have never been a fan of marathon guitar solos or drum solos either.

windbag said...

Today I bought $1598 of groceries for the restaurant and just for shits and grins purchased about $375 worth of repairs to my ice maker. A banner day.

Titus said...
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Titus said...

I purchased some ball cleanser essential oils at a fab out of the way small business in Harvard Square.

Dug, the sales queen, was incredibly helpful. She had a little shovel pin next to his name tag "Dug". He was passionate about essential oils and their benefits. He knows exactly what to utilize for ball cleansing procedure-a true pro.

The other sales clerk was Kima and she smells like cucumber, ginger spice and geri curl.

Think patchouli and egyptian musk and oceans.

Thanks.

Trooper York said...

I tried to post some Alvin Lee videos but my youtube doesn't seem to work properly.

MamaM said...

I picked up some free brochures at the paint store.

Titus said...

I went to The Cellar on Mass Ave in Fab Cambridge today.

The chef is from Wisconsin and I would do him.

Boston people who once lived in Wisconsin automatically start to get more attractive. I think it is the water.

I just hired a Wisconsin economist who is graduating in May. He still has some Wisconsin in him but I am confident that he is going to clean up within the next year, after experiencing fabness, and become hot.

Titus said...

Hi Mamam!

Titus said...

Mamam, we have been a couple, broke up, been a couple, and have broken up.

The important thing is that we make this work. Marriage is hard and I know I have made some mistakes but "can't stop believing" that "we are in it for the long haul".

Big kisses my Mamam.

And I would of been honored to pick up free paint brochures with you....my little catfish.

It's fucking snowing and windy here again.

tits.

MamaM said...

Pen me a note that says something like this:
I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false,

adorn it with some personal doodles and I'll think about standing up in a cafe and shouting something applicable.

Titus said...

I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false,

How's that Helen/

Titus said...

And I can be a big turd.

Sorry, I was joshing and being an asshole. I think you are very unique and unusual and smart and witty and funny and cool and extraordinary and likely kind of hot, in an older Midwest way.

And I am truely sorry Mama. I sincerely think you are incredible participant in this space and respect and apprecitate you intelligence and personality.

You are one cool mamam, and even though I don't actually know you I kind of love you in a weird catfish internet kind of way.

Please accept my apology. And don't go away. This place is a much richer interesting place with your voice.

OK, I am done.

Good night.

and as always.....

tits.

MamaM said...

With time as the enemy, charm is the narcissist's life long friend.

In response to the honeyed notes being sung, the Catfish mounts her cafe chair with runcible spoon in hand, to intone with a sidelong Lear:

"You elegant Foul,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?

Chip S. said...

"Runcible spoon" is so much more elegant than "spork".

What a beautiful Pussy you are.

MamaM said...

"Runcible spoon" is so much more elegant than "spork".

In deed and design!

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Youse guys should join the Amazon Associate program and purchase your stuff from yourself and save 4%.