is only two weeks away. What are you doing for the Mom(s) in your life?
Do guestblogger Dan Collins be crossin’ de line? Wha? Do he be insultin’ yo’ intell’gence? Do he make de ref’rence to de blackface? Do he be de bad man?
He do love his mamma. Heck . . . he love YO’ MAMMA.
What? You don’t like this? Well go check out Christopher Taylor’s blog, the most underappreciated blog in the blogosphere with the possible exception of David Thompson’s. If Thompson and Taylor teamed up (and their interests are kind of similar), they’d have the greatest Pop Culture blog in the ‘sphere. I’d add Instapunk, but apparently those guys don’t appreciate how great Ace & Jeff are. I’d like to see them try and render academic feminese into “normal” language.
Dan hasn’t learned that if you want to be impotent, you have to look impotent.
Thanks for the reminder though. It’s a shame Mom’s Day is in the month after tax month. She deserves better than that.
Edgy, man, edgy…
Well, look at that phallism in the banjo.
People will think I’m making the stuff in the comments to the previous post up, in order to make a bad pun. In fact, Lou worked for decades for my best Milwaukee friend’s dad’s printing firm. Once, Darrel’s partner’s son noticed there was a black man drinking a bottle of MD 20/20 on the back stoop to the biz. He came in and said, “Dad! There’s an old black guy drinking on the back step!” Lou, without missing a beat, started doing a soft-shoe dance. He said, “Ol’ black guy, ol’ black guy” and, presenting an imaginary tray to me said, “Here’s yo’ julep, sir, all frosty an’ minty, heh heh heh.” Which was one of the greatest put-downs I ever witnessed.
Thanks for the nod
Mmmm mint julep….
Dan,
Thanks for sharing Chris Taylor’s blog. I had never heard of it before. It’s a very good place.
She obviously took that “Bill was the 1st Black President” crap more seriously than the rest of us.
And now, just when she’s poised to make her run, a pesky real black turns up.
What to do?
Well, she’s female, they can’t take that away from her, allegedly. And she could easily be a lesbian. I mean, how hard can it be? I would be prepared to sl;eep with a woman if it would get me into power. But black is a tough one.
What she needs is to be disabled. I would suggest hacking an arm off.
Mmmm, MD 20/20. 79 cents a quart at the little store down the street from the dorm. For less than a buck you could get nose-pukin’ drunk and a hangover that would have you cryin’ for yo mama. Those were the days. Young, dumb, and brain cells to spare!
Back in the day, Swen, it was Goebel Beer – what we called “The Champagne of the Working Class”. $5 a case at Shop-Rite. And carrying the cases a half mile back to the dorm was fun, especially the planning to get them in.
Old days; good times.
I don’t know if they had it where you guys were, but around D.C. we had Richards Wild Irish Rose. It was responsible for one of the two worst hangovers I ever had, the other one being from Southern Comfort. If I’d had a gun, I’d have shot myself.
Michigan State University – mid 1980’s, Craig.
TW: fact22. Surprisingly, that was all fact.