April 20, 2007

I’m Stuck In Fucking Boston…

…not that it matters…but these people talk different…are hard to understand…and drive like crazy motherfuckers.

Different planet.

But like my good friend (she knows who she is) said, “I’ll buy dinner for the Swimmer and Hillary…if he’ll drive her home.

Bwahahahahahah!!!

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5 Comments

  1. Posted April 20, 2007 at 8:04 am | Permalink

    Whoever said that is damned funny.
    I don’t care who you are.
    ; )

  2. Posted April 20, 2007 at 10:39 am | Permalink

    Just don’t eat the beans.

  3. Posted April 20, 2007 at 5:54 pm | Permalink

    Yabu, compared to you, you’d probably think I talk funny, too, but still, I wonder: WTF are you doing in that hellhole?!
    [On second thought, my hometown boasts the likes of Hillary, Schumer, Al Sharpton & Jesse Jackson, so perhaps I'd best keep my flap shut.]

  4. Posted April 20, 2007 at 9:06 pm | Permalink

    Yabu,
    Two restaurants which are entirely too good to be contaminated by the hildebeest and her *hic* chauffer:
    1. Fine dining. Davios, on Newbury St. Northern Italian at it’s finest (and perhaps most expensive). As for Tonito as your waiter.
    2. Pizza. Santarpio’s. 113 N. Chelsea, in she shadow of Logan Intl. Apparently run by some retired wiseguys, ifyaknowwhaddimean.
    Sawdust on the floor kind of casual. With a waiting line ’round the block for that incredible pie baked in a wood fired brick oven.
    There would be worse places to be whacked, capeiche?
    Jim
    Sloop New Dawn
    Galveston, TX

  5. Posted April 21, 2007 at 10:04 am | Permalink

    Shoot me an email and I’ll take you to the range.