Right now I'm into linguini. Like nothing but linguini. Which I realize isn't exotic or anything but it takes the sauce good, real good.
Speaking of which, I just read in the NY Post that there's a Bob Guccione (sp?) revival going on because some Jew, who else, bought up all of the gazillion tchotchkas and papers and artwork and god knows what else that Guccione hoarded, he was a major league pat rack, and is now organizing it with one of Guccione's longtime assistants at Penthouse, hoping to reintroduce Gootch as some kind of long lost genius I guess and then offload the stuff at inflated prices. Apparently Guccione was the antithesis of Hef. Quiet, introverted, intellectual/artist. Who knows? Incredible rise and fall.
Speaking of which: was Bobby Sherman Jewish? He was not. But he looked exactly like the Jewish lotharios that made out like bondits (bandits) at Grossingers in the Ketskills when I was a yute. All gone now. C'est la vie.
Speaking of Asian cuisine, the Red Sox just brought one of their two Japanese relievers into today's Patriots' Day game, on the day when every MLB player is wearing #42 as a stance against racism.
But MLB's Gameday score tracker listed Junichi Tazawa as the pitcher, when in fact it was Koji Uehara.
You're welcome Titus. It's hard enough to see this from a distance. I can only imagine how overwhelming it would be to experience this more personally and closer to home. I'm glad to hear you are safe.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Fussili translates as Little Feet in chicken language.
Ummm?? That looks like penne pasta not cappellini.
Probably yummy anyway.
Right now I'm into linguini. Like nothing but linguini. Which I realize isn't exotic or anything but it takes the sauce good, real good.
Speaking of which, I just read in the NY Post that there's a Bob Guccione (sp?) revival going on because some Jew, who else, bought up all of the gazillion tchotchkas and papers and artwork and god knows what else that Guccione hoarded, he was a major league pat rack, and is now organizing it with one of Guccione's longtime assistants at Penthouse, hoping to reintroduce Gootch as some kind of long lost genius I guess and then offload the stuff at inflated prices. Apparently Guccione was the antithesis of Hef. Quiet, introverted, intellectual/artist. Who knows? Incredible rise and fall.
Speaking of which: was Bobby Sherman Jewish? He was not. But he looked exactly like the Jewish lotharios that made out like bondits (bandits) at Grossingers in the Ketskills when I was a yute. All gone now. C'est la vie.
Drop a turd and move on...that's my strategy...BUT NOT IN THE LINGUINI!
But, Alan Sherman was a tribe member.
So which kind of noodles are they?
Marco Polo noodles?
Speaking of Asian cuisine, the Red Sox just brought one of their two Japanese relievers into today's Patriots' Day game, on the day when every MLB player is wearing #42 as a stance against racism.
But MLB's Gameday score tracker listed Junichi Tazawa as the pitcher, when in fact it was Koji Uehara.
At last, a fitting occasion to ask Hi-Everyone-How Are You-I-Am-Super-Thanks-For-Asking-Titus, how he is and how he's doing.
How are you, Titus? How are you doing?
Mamam, I am ok, but devastated.
thank you Mamam.
You're welcome Titus. It's hard enough to see this from a distance. I can only imagine how overwhelming it would be to experience this more personally and closer to home. I'm glad to hear you are safe.
Message? We care
In the caring category, ricpic's Inner Bee was a surprise sprout in the dirt amid the shards and carnage.
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