Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
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.
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!!!!!
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.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
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?
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'
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.
Friday, August 17, 2012
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.
Monday, August 13, 2012
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.
Spent the day by the pool relaxing and reading our Kindles.
So try not to get along.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
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.
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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?
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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.
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.
Monday, August 6, 2012
I don't know if you have noticed.....
But I have a lot of trouble with authority. That is I don't respond well. The only person who can tell me what to do is my wife. Or at least I like to think that is the case. That was the cause of the big problems I had with the producers and the network when we made the show. I think guys like ND Spinelli and me were tortured by the nuns so much that we become rebels and want to tell everyone to go piss up a rope.
It can cause problems.
So we are going to the show and we have to get our badges. You wear them around your neck. Now they provide lanyards to wear the badge and when you walk in this dude with a tricorder zaps it to show that you attended. After that is is only around your neck so people can read it and tell where you store is from and who you are. Which we don't want anybody to know. So I always turn it backwards.
Anyway our daughter was with us yesterday and she needed to register on-site. We get on the line and this Chic-a-fil protestor guy is processing our forms. Now the wife and I are already in the system but he is making a big deal of checking us out when all he had to do is rip off the card and hand it back to us. But first he attaches to a red lanyard. Now we have our own personal lanyards that one of our vendors made for us. I has a spot for our business cards and another spot to put the cards of the people we are visiting at the show. So I go to this mo "That's ok don't waste it I have my own." He goes "No you have to wear ours for security purposes." What the fuck Nanny Bloomberg? What kind of security purpose is served by having a different colored lanyard. They have red for buyers and blue for exhibitors and yellow for guests. It is just a quick way for the vendors to id you. Nothing to do with security. What a bunch of bullshit. I just shake my head.
As we leave the table I take the lanyard and throw it in the garbage and put the ticket in my personal one. Nobody said jack about it in the show. Nobody stopped me. No buzzers went off. I was not surrounded with security personal. Nothing happened. What a bunch of bullshit. It is just another example of people wanting to control every fucking thing. What you eat. What you drink. What you wear. What the fuck.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Yesterday I spent all day at Curve which is the lingerie show at the Javit's center. We are putting in our orders for stuff like Prima Donna bras and camisoles and of course Hanky Panky panties like the one in this photo.
So I have to sit there as women model the various styles two inches from my face.
It's a tough job but somebodies got to do it.
(PS I have your size Spinelli. Just sayin' I want you to ready for the Packers games)
It's a tough job but somebodies got to do it.
(PS I have your size Spinelli. Just sayin' I want you to ready for the Packers games)
Saturday, August 4, 2012
The Summer of Boo Boo
The was no controlling Brother Bear. He was getting high and reading Charles Bukowski all day and all night. He never went to work at his job at the Jellystone Post Office. Then once the Internet came in there was no controlling him. He wasn't a bear anymore.
He was an animal.
(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears)
He was an animal.
(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears)
Almost cut my hair.....like.....Oscar Gamble?
So you are sitting in the chair and Damien asks what kind of haircut do you want. Your choices:
Oscar Gamble
Sniead O'Conner
Anna Wintour
Billy Gibbons
Billy Idol
It's your choice so choose wisely.
I almost cut my hair today....
I had to get a haircut today. The wife was on my ass because
we have the trade shows next week at the Jacob Javits center and she wants me
to look presentable. Not the curly pubic head of hair I had that youse guys
enjoyed mocking in our hot dog photo's. I have to look suave and deboner. So at about five thirty I dropped into the
local barber shop on Court St.
Now I just started getting my hair cut at this joint about a
year ago. It is a tiny store between 2nd and 3rd place and it is the definition
of no frills. Previously I would get my hair cut at one of my clients. I always
had one or two clients that had hair salons. They would come and go because
that is a tough business. But some hair cutter would always be taking over some
salon somewhere and knew me and would call me to do their taxes. But once I got
out of the accounting game I stopped going to my ex-client. Mainly because she
was a nasty cunt. She used to have a whole passel of Chinese girls working for
her doing nails and waxing and what not. Then she replaced them with Mexicans.
Well most of the them. The few that remained were always fighting. It was like
West Side Story with the Sharks and the Egg Rolls. Did not make for a pleasant atmosphere.
Although you learned quite a few cool
curse words in Chinese and Spanish.
So I started to go to this old school barber shop. There was
an Italian owner named Damien who was an old school immigrant who spoke broken
English. And a burly ugly brute of a
Russian woman who spoke even more fractured English. Two chairs. Plenty of waiting. But no
talking. It was almost like a secret society. I would come in. He would go
"How-a you-a want-a cut-a you-a hair-a." "Short." And he would cut it without any bullshit. It
was great. I didn't know anything about him. He didn't know anything about me.
It was perfect. But it just couldn't last.
He saw us one day as they were filming us as we were walking
down Court St with the camera crew. The next time I was in the chair he asked
me about it so I told him. He would put the show on the TV when we were on. And he
started to talk to me.
Of course it didn't help that I also over tipped like I
always do. You see the wife and I are too friendly. When we go to Marco Polo
the waiters come down and sit at our table when their shift ends. I mean that
is cool but you get to know too much about everybody's shit. I guess it must be
like living in a small town and you get to know everybody's business.
Anyhoo I am sitting in the chair getting my pubic head hairs
trimmed and some yuppie douchenozzle sticks his head in the door and asks if
they are still open. It is after six o'clock and I was the last customer along
with the guy who owns the oil company next door. The douche is an Indian guy and he goes
"Hey you can take another customer right?" Now Damien starts to
sputter "NO I'a closed. This is the
last customer." "Com'on I know you can do it what's the big deal. How
about Olga?" "No she-a no-a can-a do-a. We closed." The douche
goes "Arrgh" and walks off with his wife and the three kids they have
in a monster stroller. Then the fucking floodgates open.
"DIs-a strungo walks alla day up and a down Court St
and he wants-a hair-a-cut. I haveta go-a
home-a. You know how-a it is in your store. Capido?"
I go of course. I mean we stay late all the time but the one
thing people like to do is tell you how to run you business. Especially if they
want you to do something for them. Olga chimed right in. "DA IS THE TRUTH!
He waste all day and then he wants us to stay late. Why can't I go home to my
family. If he needed haircut he had all day. Yuppie sum."
I told them "Fuckin' Immigrants. They think who the
fuck they are." They both nod their heads and agree with me.
Everybody wants to pull the ladder up behind them.
Then the door opens and this old guy named Mike comes in and
sits down and waits for his haircut. Damien looks at me and I look at him. We
both start laughing.
You see Mike is a regular customer. You have to stay for a
regular customer. He earned the right. Just as if I came as he was closing he
would stay. Of course I wouldn't do that and that is the point. You earn it.
Then the proprietor can put up with stuff. TIpping and spending and being a
normal person goes a long way. Something yuppie douchenozzles don't get. And
you couldn't teach it to them. They have a sense of entitlement. I hate people
with a sense of entitlement. They think they can do whatever the fuck they
want.
You know what I mean?
Thursday, August 2, 2012
The NTTAWWT Corrall.
The Packers are the only football team that refers to the start of training camp as pitchers and catchers.
Just sayn'
Hey stop holding on to those tits.....
We don?t have time left to regret, hold on
And we?ll take more than common sense, hold on
So stop your wondering, take a stand, hold on
'Cause there?s more to life than just to live, hold on
'Cause an empty room can be so loud
There?s too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
One single smile, a helping hand, hold on
It?s not that hard to be a friend, hold on
So don?t give up, stand 'til the end, hold on
'Cause there?s more to life than just to live, hold on
'Cause an empty room can be so loud
There?s too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
When you love someone and they break your heart
Don?t give up on love, have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
When it falls apart and you're feeling lost
All your hope is gone, don?t forget to hold on
Hold on!
'Cause an empty room can be so loud
There?s too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
When you love someone and they break your heart
Don?t give up on love, have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
'Cause an empty room can be so loud
There?s too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
When you love someone and they break your heart
Don?t give up on love, have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Whose that girl?
Normally she is in a movie where everything happens at night and everybody is smoking and nothing as is as it seems.
She is the ultimate film noir tootsie.
Whose that girl?
Deep thoughts.....by Titus
Titus said...
I have moved on Chick, but I did think you knew me a little better.
Do you guys know my friends from Revere call the vagine Meat Curtains-I fucking love that term.
Meat Curtains. I love the Meat.
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Sixto Sense
"I don't why I am not still in the Major Leagues."
"The Brewers need me. I am better than that maricon who take the needle in the butt."
"Maybe I can get the Yanqui's to sign me."
"Maybe if I pretend to be a Jap. The Yanqui's love the Yellow Peril."
"I will squint and eat raw fish."
"I see slanty eye people."
Marilyn's Diary
I got really worried about Aunt Lily after Uncle Herman left her. She went off the deep end. She lost a lot of weight and started hanging around with a new crowd. There were movie stars and Polish Directors and coffee heiresses and famous hair dressers. I think I told you she banged all of the Beach Boys. Even that freak Brian. He made her make Pet Sounds and everything.
Luckily she started to move away from them before everything went south. She really got into art and started to be a beatnik. She was an artist model for a bunch of artists. But her favorite was the cartoon guys. She started a long affair with R. Crumb. And he was a crumb let me tell you.
But he did make some great drawings of Aunt Lily.
Even though he gave her the clap.
Whose that author?
A man condemning the income tax because of the annoyance it gives him or the expense it puts him to is merely a dog baring its teeth, and he forfeits the privileges of civilized discourse. But it is possible to criticize it on other and impersonal grounds. A government, like an individual, spends money for any or all of three reasons: because it needs to, because it wants to, or simply because it has it to spend. The last is much the shabbiest. It is arguable, if not manifest, that a substantial portion of the great spring flood of billions pouring into the Treasury will in effect get spent for the last shabby reason.
Whose that girl?
Second rate star of second rate shows she played a bitch on TV but was a pale imitation of the real thing.
A Brit but not bright she made her co-star long for those damned dirty apes.
Whose that girl?
Deep thoughts.......by Titus
- Titus said...
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Whatever happened to the Olympic Gymnast from Russia? I believe her name was
either Olga Cuntlick or Olga Cuntlips?
She was famous for the Cuntlip Twist, which she did on the bars. I believe her cunt lips would grap the bar and she would then rotate around the bar while both hands and legs were pointed and then her cunt lips would release from the bar and she would fly through the hair doing a hamel camel toe and then "sticking" it.
The Cuntlip twist was especially famous for the "pop" sound that the cunt lips would make when they released themselves from the bar.
Many tried to emulate the Cuntlip Twist but none succeeded.
A true artist if you ask me.
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How do you know about these companies?
I would like to be in that company....or have it in me....or something....
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