Dad’s Weekend Revisited
You guys all know that I’m the total nostalgic sort, and nothing but nothing says nostalgic like Father’s Day. But I happened to have had a hell of a few days of celebrating. On Thursday, Tommy 3 graduated eighth grade. (Dad is Tommy 1 and I’m the Jr.) On Friday, my daughter Nicole graduated high school. Then Saturday, we had a daylong, nightlong party and I am so friggin’ wiped, both physically and emotionally.
It has rained something like 20 of the past 23 days in our area and people are going stir crazy. Thursday it poured and the eighth grade ceremony was in the gym – the 4,000 degree gym. The speeches were dreadfully long and drawn out and over 300 kids got their diplomas for what seemed like a day and a half. But the upside? A massive collection of hot moms – hot sweaty moms that drove many a dad wacky. Lots of leg and low cut tops made Mr. Polish Snausage do his own little pomp and circumstance. And then the fact that half the eight grade girls looked 21 years old was most disturbing. God knows there’s a humidor in hell with my name inscribed on it.
But Friday was a miracle. What started as a cloudy, dismal looking day gave way to sun, 72 degrees, and blue skies and the high school seniors got to parade around the football field and it was just sensational. Now THIS ceremony was brutally surreal. I was picturing my girl crying getting on the first grade bus, then opened my eyes to see her in her cap and gown. Wow. I did all I could to hold back the tears and look like more of a fool than I normally tend to be. But again, it was the gaggle of steaming hot mothers that kept me perky and pomped. Funny how years ago people thought a 40 year-old woman was an old maid. And of course the senior girls looked like beautiful women, not 17 and 18 year old kids. Just a very memorable day.
So of course Saturday is our humongous party for the kids and of course it poured rain all god damned day long. But, I really didn’t give a rats ash cuz I drank and smoked and ate like a wolverine. I set up a tent in front of the garage and barbequed from underneath for close to twelve hours. My colon must look like a meat locker for crissakes. Don’t know if they’re a national brand, but we’ve got Thumann’s hot dogs, made from beef and pork and they blow up twice the size and split down the middle. The taste is so amazing and I kind of did the “one for you – one for me” thing all day. I also made sure to ingest a medium rare cheeseburger once every quarter hour. And for two days I’m now excreting once every quarter hour. (Yes, I am surely the king of TMI.)
I also put out on a table in the garage, a selection of fine smokes for the cigarophiles to partake. And god dayum, did “I” ever partake. I probably smoked eight or more cigars and washed them down with an eclectic mix of suds and libations. This would probably explain why Sunday morning I woke up at 11:30am and felt like Mike Tyson got medieval on my ass. Now my wife NEVER lets me sleep late on weekends cuz god knows nothing will get done around the house if I do. But yesterday was Father’s Day and the woman gave me the wonderful gift of slumber. No sex, just sleep. I guess the fact that I smelled like the ghost of Arturo Fuente had something to do with the lack of hummerage.
Of course the first thing I did when I woke up was fire up the grill that was still out front and threw on a few of those beef n’ pork puppies. That and a cup of java really added to my grotesque gassiness. For once it wasn’t raining and I just sat at the edge of the garage like a swollen statue and thanked God above for my kids, family, and all that I had. Then I ripped a fart that could have knocked the horn off rhino. The dudes three miles under the earth over at Norad ordered a fly over just to make sure this wasn’t a level-5 terror threat. No real damage other than a ruined pair of shorts…And I’m pretty sure I killed a family of squirrels in a neighboring tree.
Took a drive to Borders Books, guzzled an icy cold Seattle’s Best, and read for free for a couple of hours. Actually spent time with the newest Cigar Aficionado and I am now and expert on 20,000 dollar fountain pens and Dubai ocean front tennis courts. And I’m also having an incredible hankering for some Grey Poupon. I’m also up on all of Marvin Shanken’s wacky golf antics and I am so jealous. I can now cultivate eggs for my own homemade caviar and got to read the latest Netjets ad. You know, I think I actually remember reading something about cigars somewhere near the back of the book. Something about balsa wood, leather, and roasted meat flavors seems to stand out in my memory. Hell, this whole weekend was a collection of roasted meat flavors.
Then last night it was another round of leftover cheeseburgers and Rocky Balboa could have used my bowels as a punching bag. After that was leftover desserts and a fancy French waiter asked if I wanted just on thin little mint. Around 9:30 my dad stopped by, I gave him a big hug and a few maduros for the road. That was a nice was to cap off a hell of a weekend by yours truly. But at 10pm I fired up one last stogie and listened to the pouring rain beat down upon my driveway, once again
I hope you dudes have some good Father’s Day stuff to talk about right here. Let’s hear it boys, and if I don’t respond for a while, know that I’m most likely clogging the home’s plumbing facilities.
Oh yeah, I saved the cheesecake fer last. Enjoy.
Have a swell week youz guys.
Tommy Z.
JR Cigars Blog With the Zman
June 22nd, 2009 at 10:45 am
Zman “put out on a table in the garage” I’M GOING BLIND I’M GOING BLIND!!!!!!!!
June 22nd, 2009 at 11:12 am
Father’s Day in the “b” house was quite pleasant — for awhile. I got up early with the three girls and we snuggled on the couch for awhile before we made breakfast. The wife got up about 2 hours later . . . . but I got time with my girls.
Then we went to the in-laws, a group of people who think a gathering ought to include staying inside and watching golf. And not drinking. Or smoking.
So I had one beer and took a nap on the chair. I would have much rather been at home, grilling with my own family . . . . but I’ll make up for that later this week!
No bodacious boobies, no cigars, nothing. Except an overcook burger with a burnt dog.
June 22nd, 2009 at 11:23 am
Brian, you would have enjoyed the Z party.
June 22nd, 2009 at 11:34 am
Good God, Z – you really ARE a disgusting slob enormous proportions! At least if one is to actually believe that there isn’t a significant element of hyperbole within this week’s dose of Zman Blog…
Had a nice weekend myself, tho no celebrations or major life events taking place for anybody. Smoked a bunch of good cigars, watched some great fights off the DVR, including the Ultimate Fighter finale. Watching Clay Guida and Diego Sanchez was amazing. And the finale fight for the US guy and the Brit was pretty damned good too. Saw some good boxing too…
Last night, after a wonderful USDA Choice ribeye grilled over charcoal w/ chunks of hickory and mesquite, my son went out around dusk to remove some tree branches he’d cut in the front yard. He came in a coupla mins later freaked out – says he saw a snake. Given my son’s history of Zman-like exaggeration at times, I was dubious, but went out and gave a cursory look, and saw nothing. As I was headed back into the house, my son shouts that he’s found it. HOLY CRAP!
So I go over there, and mother of God, it’s a big honkin’ snake alright – right there in the front yard. And I’m furiously tracing the outline of his body, trying to find his tail to check if he’s got rattles on the end. After what seemed like forever, I finally traced his body back to his tail, and much to my relief, found a gently tapering body ending in a point, rather than rattles.
Having identified him as a bull snake and not a rattler, I grabbed him by the tail. Son of a bitch was about 5 feet long and nearly as big around as one of those old Eisenhower silver dollars. Got my kid to snap a coupla pics of him, and then decided to try an’ grab the snake’s head, whereupon he promptly bit me! LOL Fast some bich I tell ya! He only grazed a finger, leaving a ~3-4mm long scratch. I took Snaky past the neighbor’s house out into the desert “hillside” area and let him go. He slithered down the first rathole he found, seeming quite relieved.
So, an exciting end to a nice weekend. :thumbs: Hope the rest of you hosers had a nice Father’s Day.
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:20 pm
Nothing like Z’s weekend, but I did have fun. You have to remember my idea of fun can be very different then Z’s. We had an 8 hour workout seminar on Saturday. Thirty of the best TKD instructors from up and down the East Coast came in to workout and have fun.
Afterwards one of my best friends (he’s a Aussie SAS military type) and I went over to Black Cat cigars for some scotch and a stogie. BTW Z, Glenn (can’t remember his last name) says hi. We then retired to my place for some more scotch and cigars with my son and one of his friends.
Sunday was lazy. Did nothing but hang out with my son drink some beer and smoke some nice sticks. Had some grilled steaks, more alcohol and more cigars. Watched a little baseball (the Phillies blew it again), a little golf and just enjoyed the sun.
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:22 pm
I’m waiting for the MM rating.
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:29 pm
OK, now wait a minute, am I the only that realizes that Z was putting out on a table in his garage?
C’mon Cotty!
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:42 pm
I had a nice Father’s Day. I got up, headed to Tim Horton’s for some coffee and came home to breakfast made for me (eggs, hash browns, etc.) and a nice letter/card from my 11-year old son.
Later in the morning, we went to an open-air museum (Greenfield Village) for their yearly “Motor Muster Festival”. http://www.thehenryford.org/events/motorMuster.aspx Cars from the 1930s through 1974. It was a great day, weather-wise, so it was fun to walk around. Z has it right, warm weather/conditions mean fewer clothes on the wimmin. Yep, very nice indeed.
In the afternoon, I watched the Tigers sweep the Brewers and then commenced to grilling spare ribs for 8 people, including my 80-year old dad, who is too cool.
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:47 pm
And I smoked a few cigar sand drank copious amounts of some amber beer I have on tap too.
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:00 pm
dodger_fan really seems to be obsessed with Zman’s putting out. sounds just like a typical cookout for him
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Cotty grabbed a 5 foot bull snake in his front yard, Zman was grabbing foot long trouser snakes in his garage. Same thing.
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:31 pm
Geez, Fiend, I mean c’mon, I’m going to have nightmares tonight! How can you be so calm about it?
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Zman is what he is.
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:51 pm
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> Garfiend Says:
> June 22nd, 2009 at 1:02 pm
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> Cotty grabbed a 5 foot bull snake in his front yard, Zman was
> grabbing foot long trouser snakes in his garage. Same thing.
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Yeah, but I’ve got pictures of mine that prove it’s a 5 foot snake.
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Zman doesn’t kiss and tell.
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:06 pm
allright, i have to give z-man points for the cougar with the big rack and the old time cigar add. add in some of the nice retro pictures gives him a good raring…
BUT he had to go ruin it with some of the mental images he projected.
the only thing keeping me from calling homeland security on him is the pictures, (boobies).
5.5 on the mad man scale. he barely avoided the boycott being renewed.
lets have a beer, duckboy, i have been meaning to try beligum ale…
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:10 pm
I’m not a fan of Belgian ales, Moochie. I’ve tried plenty and gave up on them. Too skanky tasting for me. An IPA or Pale Ale would do nicely.
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Unfortunately, dodger, I too was caught off guard by the “put out on the table” comment. Worse yet was how later in the paragraph, Z states that he felt like Mike Tyson went medieval on his ass. Ewwwww!
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:41 pm
My weekend was beer, cigars and watching golf on TV…my rounds were rained out both Friday and Sunday. I’m heading to Vegas Wednesday to play in a WSOP event…Hold ‘Em 3 day event that alternates every 30 minutes between No Limit and Pot Limit. Should be interesting! By the way Z-Man…it’s about time you gave us a boob shot! I hope we don’t have to wait until Father’s Day for the next one!
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:43 pm
While you all are obsessed with his “puttin out on the table,” I am more concerned with this fact that Z admitted to thinking a bunch of 8th grade girls look like they’re 21.
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:46 pm
“Garfiend Says:
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Cotty grabbed a 5 foot bull snake in his front yard, Zman was grabbing foot long trouser snakes in his garage. Same thing.”
Zman wishes it was a foot long. It’s probably more like a little breakfast link then a kielbasa.
“Hawaiian Brian Says:
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Unfortunately, dodger, I too was caught off guard by the “put out on the table” comment. Worse yet was how later in the paragraph, Z states that he felt like Mike Tyson went medieval on his ass. Ewwwww!”
I don’t want Mike Tyson anywhere near my ass.
June 22nd, 2009 at 3:01 pm
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> Zman Says:
> June 22nd, 2009 at a reasonable hour for once
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> My colon must look like a meat locker for crissakes.
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Hmm… Let us consider that statement a bit.
A meat locker must look filled with meat, one would think. And given last week’s blog, there NFW Z’s gettin’ any ‘tang from the Mrs. Ever. You just don’t tell a woman she’s fat and then expect her to put out.
So clearly, when Z says his colon must look like a meat locker – he really means it! I rather suspect, given the circumstances, that Z’s colon is filled with meat every weekend. Z, it seems, enjoys having his colon packed with meat. NTTAWWT.
June 22nd, 2009 at 3:05 pm
“brian b Says:
June 22nd, 2009 at 2:43 pm
While you all are obsessed with his “puttin out on the table,” I am more concerned with this fact that Z admitted to thinking a bunch of 8th grade girls look like they’re 21.”
Reminds what a friend of mine said watch the girls gymnastics at the last Olympics. He said that he felt like a pedophile watching all of those little teenybopper girls prance around in those skin tight outfits.
June 22nd, 2009 at 3:06 pm
Zman…the 8th grade girls comment is a little ” on the edge”…makes me feel uncomfortable…but now that I think of it, the table in the garage does too… I guess I’ll have to lower the image I had of you…which, don’t worry, keeps you still on a high level on Lucie’s scale.
I had a great father’s day . Bought my husband a kayak and we enjoyed a ride (hey…a girl takes the rides she can find!) on Sunday afternoon followed by a nice Camacho Liberty on the sunny deck.
Oh…and we have a new dog !
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:13 pm
My stance on the 8th grade girls…
My son was in 8th grade not that long ago. I remember when he started at “middle school” – walking down the halls on parent-teacher day, and seeing the MILFs and the 8th graders. Some of these 8th graders looked pretty farking mature! And I’m not saying they had boobs – BFD. I’m saying they looked like women, not girls. With some of them, the MILFs and the daughters were close enough in physical development that you’d hafta look twice trying figure out if that was mother-daughter or sister-sister, or what. Those are just facts. And the oldest looking maybe 20% of these 8th grade girls – they could easily pass for 18 or 21, or older, given the right choices in clothing and makeup.
We’re men (for the most part). We’re wired a certain way. IMO, there’s nothing at all wrong or unnatural or inherently “evil” in looking at one of these young women and having the visceral biological reaction built into our beings – that stirring of the lions and the mind. That’s physiology. Nothing wrong with the hardware functioning in the exact way it had to be to ensure the procreation of the species. But… (Big but here and I don’t mean Mrs. Z’s.) What one does with that thought is the difference.
It still is okay in this day and age to think about killing some a**hole that demonstrates his desperate need to be slowly tortured. It is ACTING on such thoughts that crosses the line. There’s nothing wrong with noticing how farking RIPE these youngun’s can appear today, so long as it stops at NOTICING. When noticing turns into entertaining that thought – and then further develops into fantasy, the line is being approached and then crossed. An attraction to pre-pubescent girls would be deviant IMO. But not so much when they’re post-pubescent, particularly for those that look 10 years older than their age.
Yeah – some of ‘em are smokin’ hot. But then you think, what would she want to talk about, and you realize you’ve got a child in the body of an adult, and the attraction wanes… IMO.
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:27 pm
CottyGee Says:
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:13 pm
- that stirring of the lions and the mind. That’s physiology. Nothing wrong with the
uhm, it’s loins ya anal retentive idjit…
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:36 pm
Don’t forget that decades ago, they married off girls 12-14 years old, to boys not much older.
Of course, back then, the average life expectancy was probably below 40, so to be able to have and raise kids to adulthood before you died of whatever, you HAD to start young.
And of course, the 17 & 18 year olds were worried about being old maids.
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:44 pm
As far as the weekend, we had most all the family over Saturday, and my wife cooked spaghetti, so I wouldn’t have to grill for a dozen people.
I wouldn’t have minded except it was about 100 outside, and took till 11:30 at night before it cooled down to a comfortable 80.
Sunday, I read the paper, then watched 4-5 hours of the US Open. We went over to a friend’s house to jump into his pool, since he was gone (we had permission), but they got home about then. it was about 3:00, and while we made some frozen margaritas to keep a little cool, the water in the pool was 94 degrees. Not REALLY refreshing.
Kind of reminds me of Cotty’s descriptions of summer weather, except with double the humidity. You sweat, and it doesn’t help. It’s too humid for it to evaporate. Can’t wait for July & August.
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Don’t try an’ goat me into spurring with you, madman. I know all about you fuggin WCP types and I know your jess tryin’ to git my goat, on account of that’s how all-a y’all jess are… Too bad for them goats.
June 22nd, 2009 at 5:06 pm
leave our goats outa this.
hey duckboy, found a 6 pack of lienenkugal hefewietzen. it tasted as good as i remember. gonna have ‘nother.
June 23rd, 2009 at 6:25 am
You enjoy them, Moochie. That’s another style that’s not for me. And fruit beers. Other than that, I drink pretty much most other styles of beer.
June 23rd, 2009 at 8:46 am
Some things I think I think:
- Z-Man — great visuals and Metaphors, I especially liked the one about smelling like the ghost of Arturo Fuente, absolutely perfect. Maybe its the No. Jersey in me, maybe its the polish blood, maybe I just like to hear men say and do things that gross women out, but I loved everything about this weeks many graphic descriptions. And I was a little jealous.
- Thumanns are good, but the dog of choice here is Nathan’s.
- On Fathers Day, had an Ashton churchill walking the dog, and shared a couple of Gurkha Maduro’s with my father in law and brother in law. My BIL, who typically burns the crap out of anything he grills, did a nice job on some kabobs. Had to show the idiot that there is a setting other than “hi” on his grill. I also got my 22 yr old nephew to join our after dinner cigar fraternity — gave him a mild JR cuban alternative as a starter.
- My kids are old enough to get gifts on their own. Got some nifty grill toys, a bottle of Gentlemen Jack, and what looks like a vibrator from college age son.
- Best moment came late. Aforementioned college aged son is not quite legal, but as a JR. at Penn State I know he does his share of imbibing. He was in for the night and our newest favorite HBO series was coming on, “True Blood”. So I threw him a High Life (10.99/case at Beer World) and we watched some violence and gratuitous T&A together. Didn’t bring a Zman tear to my eye, but when your son is old enough to share a beer and some pulchritude and vampires, priceless. We had a few more and watched reruns of Entourage too.
- Speaking of pulchritude, I gotta agree with Z-man and Cottygee.
Hbc
June 23rd, 2009 at 8:58 am
Hey RL7 I’m going to be in Austin July 2-5. Is that anywhere near you? Any good places to go for cigars?
June 23rd, 2009 at 9:51 am
Pedophiles . . . . each an every one of ya!
I’ve got three daughters, and it scares the crap outta me. I know that Karma is a powerful univerisal entity; otherwise, I would have had boys.
June 23rd, 2009 at 10:00 am
Hawaiian Brian…I’d like to talk to you, could you please contact me by email at lulupuce@hotnail.com ? Thanks in advance.
June 23rd, 2009 at 10:53 am
Thank you Cuban Hankster. I appreciate the comments!
I admit I had to look up the definition of pulchritude. I thought it was a small amphibian indigenous to Costa Rica and Jersey City.
June 23rd, 2009 at 11:58 am
The last picture in your blog was a pretty good example of well endowed pulchritude.
Lou,
Normally Austin is about 2 1/2 hrs from my house in Houston. However, my daughter lives there, and we are going to visit and will be spending the night there Friday and Saturday, the 3rd and 4th, and be there some of the 5th. On the night of the 4th, we will be on the south edge of Town Lake, just south of downtown and going to the symphony concert and fireworks.
There appears to be a great shop on the south of town (of course my daughter lives on the north edge of town about 20 miles away).
Anyway, give me a call on my cell, 832-423-1799 and we’ll see if we can get together and have a smoke and a drink.
June 23rd, 2009 at 12:00 pm
Lou, here’s the link for the shop I found. Looks like you can also get beer, wine, booze and coffe there.
http://austin.citysearch.com/profile/37377047/austin_tx/habana_house_tobacco_shop.html?raid=39793661&publisher=citysearch#profileTab-reviews
June 23rd, 2009 at 12:31 pm
RL7-sounds like a plan to me. I’ll let you know where I’m staying and when I get into town.
June 23rd, 2009 at 1:08 pm
I had to look up “pulchritude” to make sure it didn’t have to do with udders. It didn’t. Not really anyhow.
June 23rd, 2009 at 1:26 pm
If udders are beautiful to you, then pulchritude relates to udders.
boobies = udders ? ! ?
June 23rd, 2009 at 2:09 pm
I am severly shocked that most of you didn’t know what pulchritude meant. I thought that this was a highbrow blog.
June 23rd, 2009 at 2:20 pm
duckboy, i don’t touch fruit beers or fruit ales, but other than that i am open to just about any thing.
and i know what you mean about being shocked becaue this blog is high brow n sht…
June 23rd, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Zman drags down the collective IQ of this blog 85 points every time that he posts here.
June 23rd, 2009 at 4:24 pm
At least.
June 23rd, 2009 at 4:26 pm
Of course, when he posts a picture like the last one in this blog, I think all of us turn to blathering cavemen.
June 24th, 2009 at 6:15 am
Them’s some big jugs that there lady is carryin’.
June 24th, 2009 at 8:38 am
Very soft and pillow-like in appearance.
June 24th, 2009 at 8:42 am
Meaty, beaty, big and bouncy.
June 24th, 2009 at 9:26 am
Kinda makes you wonder how big the nipples are. Quarter, half dollar, silver dollar, small frisbee?
June 24th, 2009 at 10:34 am
I don’t know anything about that stuff, I just know what I like…….and I like them!
June 24th, 2009 at 10:38 am
I actually prefer high hard ones on a broad, but I don’t think that I would turn down a chance to fondle or suckle those watermelons that she’s sportin’.
June 24th, 2009 at 10:39 am
although I do have my doubts about them being completely natural
June 24th, 2009 at 11:28 am
If watermelons can grow that big naturally, why not boobs?
Of course it could also be an example of the old DuPont slogan from a couple of decades ago.
“Better living through chemistry.”
June 24th, 2009 at 11:46 am
All of a sudden I thought of the Rodney Carrington song, “Titties and Beer.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ylRplLnU84
June 24th, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Am I the only one here who believes there is such a thing as “too much” when it comes to boobies? I’ve never understood some of the augmentations that cross the line of ridiculous (i.e Lisa Lipps, etc.)
June 24th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
Gotta walk around with a personal chiropractor.
June 24th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
HB — We’ve had this discussion before on this bloggie thing. I agree . . .there is a point where too big is too much, at least for me.
June 24th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
brian, i want home grown, not aftermarket kits when it comes to boobies…
and rodney is my idol…
mamma’s got her boobs out is a masterpiece.
June 24th, 2009 at 5:12 pm
Madman, If you like Rodney, you’ll love a lot of the stuff by David Allan Coe. He’s not as funny a s Rodney, but he’s got a passle full of off-color songs, such as ……. never mind, I better not quote the titles here.
And regarding boobies, a friend’s dad once told him “more than a mouthful is wasted.” to which his son replied, “yeah Dad, but it’s sure fun trying.”
June 24th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
i am familiar with david allen coe, he was very popular with the redneck type gi. and one of the songs has to do with stains on a pillow…
June 24th, 2009 at 9:11 pm
LOL, brian b – yeah, there was a little deja vu as I typed out that post.
June 25th, 2009 at 6:38 am
I never met a hooter I didn’t like.
June 25th, 2009 at 9:16 am
dodger_fan Says:
June 25th, 2009 at 6:38 am
I never met a hooter I didn’t like.
Remember the Playboy cartoons with the horny little old lady with the hooters down to her knees? Just your type?
June 25th, 2009 at 9:43 am
Geez! I forgot all about those. Now I’m having flashbacks………that and Zman bent over the table in his garage…….Thanks, RL, I owe you!
June 25th, 2009 at 9:56 am
Zman’s tales from the garage really seem to have resonated with you, dodger_fan. Maybe you should see a therapist about that.
And I like real boobs on a broad. Most bolt ons look like crap anyhow. What’s the point?
June 25th, 2009 at 10:13 am
I know, Fiend, I know. I have a call into EAP.
June 25th, 2009 at 11:55 am
EAP?
Eliminate A Polack?
June 25th, 2009 at 12:50 pm
i’ll sign on for that…
June 25th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
The JR Dutch Auction looks pretty good this weekend. Unfortunately, I am unable to make a bid, as I won’t be near a computer next week . . . and the powers that be frown on not making a payment three days after bidding has closed.
June 25th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
BB, actually, if you have a credit card on file, they will just go ahead and charge it after the 3 days are up. I know, it happened to me. So bid away.
June 25th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
Just bid on 2 myself.
Better not tell Lucie about EAP; she might think it’s Eat a Polack.
EAP – European Association for Psychotherapy
EAP – Extensible Authentication Protocol
EAP – Education Abroad Program
EAP – Electro-active Polymer
Sorry guys, you got me confused with that one.
June 26th, 2009 at 5:35 am
EAP — Extra Advanced Physcialeducation
EAP — Ears, Anus, Penis
EAP — Early Advanced Placement
EAP — Everyone Ate Pie
EAP — Extendable Autoerotic Poop
June 26th, 2009 at 9:27 am
Uh….actually, it’s Employee Assistance Program. It’s a number you call when you’re having serious issues as Fiend has sugggested I am over the whole Zman putting out in his garage thing.
June 26th, 2009 at 10:20 am
Got my bid in . . . I hope they automatically charge the credit card!!!
June 26th, 2009 at 10:52 am
BB, I went for 2 @$25.50, but I will be here, so I can adjust as necessary. Not completely sure about the Montcristos, but I really like all the others, especially the Dominican Por Larranagas, and the RyJ Vintages. Currently I’m 386 out of 858, and all 2500 aren’t spoken for yet.
June 26th, 2009 at 11:22 am
You know what cracks me up? These people who bid soooo high on a product that they could get for just a dollar or two more!
I like the M-Afriquas.
June 26th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
That’s like bidding half a buck for Zman when you know that he only charges guys a quarter. LMAO!!!!
June 26th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
I’ve got a box of the new Oliva Connecticut Reserves coming, but they’ll probably need a few weeks to recover from spending a week in transit in super hot UPS trucks and several hours on my front porch in the 102 degree heat. Unfortunately, JR doesn’t carry Olivas, since they get here in only about 3 days from North Carolina.
June 26th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
Zman charges a quarter for guys? Is that for putting out on the table?
He’s grossly (and I REALLY mean that) overcharging.
June 29th, 2009 at 9:53 am
In most cases, “It ain’t over til the fat lady sings.”
In the case of this blog, ‘It don’t start til the fat man posts.”
June 29th, 2009 at 10:21 am
LOL, RL, what gets me is the fact that my life has been reduced to waiting for the fat man to post on a Monday. It’s sad, so terribly sad.