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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!!!
Posted by Yabu at April 20, 2007 12:33 AM | The Past
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Whoever said that is damned funny.
I don't care who you are.
; )
Posted by: Christina at April 20, 2007 08:04 AM
Just don't eat the beans.
Posted by: Dash at April 20, 2007 10:39 AM
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.]
Posted by: Erica at April 20, 2007 05:54 PM
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
Posted by: Jim at April 20, 2007 09:06 PM
Shoot me an email and I'll take you to the range.
Posted by: Geoffrey at April 21, 2007 10:04 AM
