O&E, Thanksgiving Edition
"I stand by my racial slur."
--Mayor "Diamond" Joe Quimby
There was a Blue Parrot game on Monday. I thought I'd be able to summon the creativity and wit to write something interesting about it. I was wrong. Go hit up the blogs of any of the other people who were there if you want to read about it. Here's a teaser of Pauly's table line-up:
Seat 6: F Train... the former teen idol pop singer in Norway quit the music industry and went to law school instead. Every once in a while a thirtysomething Scandinavian female (and former fan) sends him a pair of her unwashed undies. Sometimes he let's me sniff the dried pussy juice.
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Speaking of Norway, I finally got around to picking up the new Royksopp album. Royksopp are a Norwegian electronica group that the LA ex introduced to me while I was living in the City of the Angels back in 2003 and she was taking her clothes off for twenties and singles. (Note to self: do NOT let Pauly or Grubby ever meet her.) I don't think the new album, "The Understanding", is quite as good as Royksopp's first effort, "Melody A.M.", but that's not to say I won't listen to it. In fact, I look forward to the day that I'm once again driving "Dawn Summers'" car so that I can subject her to my "euro crap".
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I got to hang out with Spaceman last night for an evening of comedy and beer . The shows were pretty good, the company was great and the beer hit the spot. Nothing like a good belly laugh followed by shootin' the shit over a few brews in a local dive bar. Hopefully Spaceman enjoyed his last night in town. I'm not sure what could be better than beer, comedy and a little New York "stargazing". Maybe Amy. Sorry, Spaceman. I'll try to line her up next time you're here.
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Vegas is in two weeks. Damn. Anybody interested in a last longer bet on the Six Gun Shootout? -EV is my horse. That may fly in the face of conventional wisdom that nobody will be able to take down luckbox CJ, but if anybody wants to put some money on it, I'm all ears.
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Happy Thanksgiving.
