Another shitty post season of bisabol is upon us with the shitball Yankees getting kicked out of the first round for the third time in three years. It is the Curse of The A-Rod, verily! Do you doubt my veracity? Nay, I say! It is in stone and the goat of your mother!
We all know here in Seattle that New York sucks and Derek Jeter swallows. This is not contested, as The Rod of the A has been seen making good on the the non-wood bat of the Jeet.
Let the Cleves reign supreme this season. The Least Coast can suck it for years to come. The World Champions will come from the West this year… and how sad for the networks, which is why the playoffs are on TBS this year. Oh, how pathetic.
Oh, cat news? How about this one… the Yankees suck the balls of the cats. The whole team, including the Torre of Joe will fade into history as the biggest chokers since the 2007 Mets.
I looked into the sky tonight and I saw it… there in blazing green and red lights… the sucker of them all; Seth McSavish. If he does not get it done next year, I may come out of retirement and fuck shit up. Cause Seth prolly ain’t gonna do it. Rip tide motherfucker like him has nothing but liver disease and post-mortem fucking blues. Hey Seth! Remember me from 1989 at the freaking Toe’s Tavern on the west end? You were choking it down in the bathroom while I was finishing my 24th beer per the agreement between the families! One night, Seth, and I did 24 beers. Not that Budweiser shit either, I am talking Large Tankard Black Ale at $ 6.00 a flagon, yo!
Today we have lost a great voice, not only in the aural spectrum, but in a great voice for global humanism and a humanitariast at large (no pun intended). I have always wanted to see him live and experience the connection of Pavarotti with our smallness. Well, that is not to be. I hope that we can all somehow learn from his efforts from a child to the mega-star he became : all is possible and don’t sweat the small stuff. God bless Luciano Pavarotti
In other news, I finshed Bad Cat Too this week and hopefully it will be accepted by my publisher for print.
Oh yes, more cats are to come soon!
I gotta imagine that being Tracy Marrow is a tough gig. Turning 50 next year and still unable to speak a word of English. As I am wont to do, I spend time during the day doing various shiz about the crib del MCHY and watching Law & Order. It is almost possible to find a Law & Order on SOME satellite channel somewhere in the US at any time of the day. How lucky am I, that I love the show so much?
So there I am, watching L&O:SVU and Ice-T, a.k.a. Nestea walks into the cop room where there is a conspicuous absence of doughnuts and announces: Detetib Arlo! Dey found de weapah on de ruh, Sahgeh Prawc sez to get de warrah! According to my Close Captioning, which I need in my old age, he said… Dectective Arlo, they found the weapon on the roof, Sargeant Price says to get a warrant. Then he made this hard-core gansta look at Chris Merloni (who doesn’t flinch at Ice’s New Jersey antics) and moonwalks out the room. BUT… in his hand… a fucking DOUGHNUT! Not only is he a master of unintelligible rhyme, he is a prestigitator extraordinaire! Now that I think about it, I remember watching one of his videos where he walks into a restaurant in New York City and all the Western-European Americans and Mexican Americans in the restaurant turn invisible. Not a ONE to be seen! Even the kitchen was full of African Americans. However, I believe that one of the guys there was from the Dominican Republican, so I cannot say that Ice is a MASTER of the mystical arts, but perhaps a dabbler.
If Wolf would have cast Marrow alongside the original L&O crew, shit would have been different, I can assure you. i.e. :
- Ice-T : Yo beddah cun down tede crying seen, counsler, dey gottza be pudding dem boddahz on eyes. (It is imperative that your presence be made at the crime scene Counselor, they are going to move the bodies to the morgue in the lower South end of downtown Manhattan.)
- Sam Waterston : I will make my presence as I deem germane, detective. Please take this large container of marijuana to the evidence room and sign it it. There are 3.4 kilos in that container.
- Ice-T : Ha. Ha. Hahahaha. 1.5 kilos, yessir.
Now… please don’t get the idea that I am casting Ice-T as a racial stereotype with regards to his street accent. Charles Dutton would have something to say about that, I am assured. But unless you are paying attention, it is sometimes hard to dig what Nestea is trying to say. Especially if you are not watching his lips move. Which I was NOT when I heard the above-mentioned exchange. I personally really like the guy. He just needs to slow down and enunciate when on camera. In the style of perhaps Mr. Kenneth Branagh or Sir Alec Guinness.
Join us next week when we explore Malcolm McDowell in his greatest role ever : Mr. Rourke of Fantasy Island.
Still trying to get some cats up.
I… love you all.
Punk ass bitch Alberto Gonzales has finally admitted he is incompetent and a lying early morning tea-bagger. Well… okay, he just quit, but that says something. Vaminos General Loco is what I say. Smug ass-lickers like El General, who believe the constitution is something to wipe their butts with really shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near La Casa Blanca in my opinion, but who am I, an American? Oh yeah…
Sorry I have not had more cats up here. Apparently, LOLCATS took them all and made a ridiculous statement about felines in the humor world. I think it should be SUXCATS, but hey, who was here first?