Oh, puhleez, YOU ain't got nobody? You musta got plenty...maybe you need to get your eyes checked. Anyone can tell from your blog what a clever funny guy you are.
Sure, Opie, you say that now. Let's see how you feel when I show up at your backdoor at 3am asking to borrow your lawn mower, a roll of duct tape and a ball peen hammer.
It makes me want to stroll down Mulberry Street in Little Italy, have spaghetti with home made gravy and a hunk of crusty bread, and watch the gangsters shoot each other.
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Thanks for the smile on this Saturday, Nick. I love you, man.
I laughed and laughed......... I love love love your blog and I will come back and read and read! WE MUST stop Obama!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, puhleez, YOU ain't got nobody? You musta got plenty...maybe you need to get your eyes checked. Anyone can tell from your blog what a clever funny guy you are.
Love the peek back to a jiggy era gone bye...
Ditto, Daisy!!!
Thanks, Denise. Welcome.
Granny, Don't you believe it. I haven't had sex since the second Clinton administration.
Nick,
You are like one of those old relatives (eccentric but beloved) ... in that I will only allow such as you to call me by Christian name.
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I don't believe for a minute that the lyrics of this song pertain to you IRL in any way.
That said, I love the music, the energy, and seeing this brings a big smile to my face on a sunny Saturday morning.
As a blogger, you are a jewel among the pebbles.
DC, isn't it interesting to have the juices flowing again?
Sure, Opie, you say that now. Let's see how you feel when I show up at your backdoor at 3am asking to borrow your lawn mower, a roll of duct tape and a ball peen hammer.
It makes me want to stroll down Mulberry Street in Little Italy, have spaghetti with home made gravy and a hunk of crusty bread, and watch the gangsters shoot each other.
But that's me - nostalgic.
Jeez, that sounds exactly like Sunday supper at Nonna's house. (Except for the spaghetti... we had rigatoni with sausage and meatballs.)
Hi Nickie! You have me laughing so hard.. love your blog. informative, honest and with a good touch of humor.
Thanks, Mom.
I have a big beautiful flying eagle right above my behind.
Rightie, that's one lucky eagle.
As we say in Houston ... the Eagle has landed.
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