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Late last Saturday night while smoking a joint and getting stoned I found this video on You Tube.
A bicycle delivery guy "workin' for da man" right here in Cincinnati. It blew me away. I'll never look at these guys the same way again.
I would suggest taking a few hits off your joint, light a few candles and turn off the lights. Get ready for the ride.
Teri Archer
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I'll be moving to downtown Cincinnati next month from Clifton's Gaslight District, and I'm debating if I want to take my old television set with me or throw it in the trash. I can't remember the last time I even turned it on.
When I want to watch a show, I usually download it on my computer, but I don't watch a lot of television. I don't have anything against it – I just can't find much that I like.
Sometimes I have found shows that I do like. I wrote about it last year in the column.
At the beginning of this television season, my son turned me on to a show called “Studio 60.” It was smart and well written and I kind of got hooked on it. Bottom line: canceled. Now the only show that I make a habit of watching is “Real Time with Bill Maher," but it's going on a break until August. What the hell am I gonna do without Bill and his "New Rules?"
How about you? Got a favorite show? Pissed off that one of your favorites got the ax? Do you watch the tube every night of the week?
Until I get comments, I’ll be reading.
Larry Gross
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urbanaddiction.com)
Do The Reds suck or what?
Tom Anus
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Last week, my car was in the shop. After work, I went looking for a bus stop to take me to the service station off Queen City Avenue. My ride was ready to be picked up all repaired.
The bus was kind of crowded, but there were a few horizontal seats open in the front. I took a seat on the left.
Across from me was a young woman holding a little baby. The woman was very pretty – couldn’t help but notice that. When her baby started crying, I couldn’t help but notice something else.
An older woman sitting next to the young mother said “Oh, what’s wrong with your baby?” The younger woman replied, “She must be hungry.”
Mashed potatoes from company vending machine.
Cincinnati Business Executive
(Photo from old Mr. Google)
I read the Larry Gross Memorial Day post here yesterday morning. Man, what a grump. He wasn't about to spoil my holiday.
Yesterday was my annual Memorial Day cookout. On Saturday, my wife took care of the yard work as I wanted everything outside to look perfect. On Sunday, I insisted that she clean up the house in case of rain. She complained about it (of course) until I reminded her that on Monday – the only time of the year that I can be bothered with it – I would be grilling out and doing all the cooking. In return, I think it was only fair that I wanted a spotless house.
I had about 20 people over and what a time we had. I grilled up those burgers, hot dogs – even some chicken. I went over to Keller’s in Clifton and got some potato salad, some chips and a bunch of Budweiser. Man we were living!
The little woman kind of got upset that I didn’t pick up some paper plates, but screw that. Who wants to eat like that? Sure she had a boatload of dishes to take care of afterwards but so what? When she wanted to know if I could help wash them, it made me sad to have to remind her that real men don’t do dishes.
Outside of this disappointment, man, what a day!
Paul
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Hey! That looks like a plastic plate. I’m gonna tell Paul, you little woman you.)
Memorial Day commemorates United States men and women who have died in military service to their country – but when you think of this holiday, what do you really think of?
Many think it’s a day to get off work. There will be a lot of cookouts today, special movie openings and a bunch of family gatherings. A lot of you will be heading down to the Taste of Cincinnati to stand in line and pay high prices for food that isn’t even good for you (sorry, maybe I’m being a little testy here).
For many, it will be a day to party, to get drunk and have a good old time - but to some, it will be a day to cry. It will be a day to remember a son, daughter, friend - a loved one killed in a war based on a lie. A lie coming from our own President.
I wonder how George W. Bush will be celebrating Memorial Day. He just signed into law a bill committing 100 billion dollars to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, so he must be feeling pretty happy with himself. He gets to keep sending troops overseas so more of our young men and woman can get killed in a war that can’t be won.
How will Nancy Pelosi and members of the Democratic Congress honor the day? Once again they show how weak they are. They don’t know how to stand up to cowboy Bush. They are sheep and I’m ashamed to call myself a Democrat.
We haven’t learned anything from the Vietnam War. The needless killing will continue is this made-up George W. Bush war and we are hated by the world because of it.
Happy Memorial Day. Enjoy your cheeseburgers and hot dogs.
Larry Gross
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www.usmemorialay.org)
President Bush got shit on last week by a bird - and he wiped the shit off his suit with his bare hands. What a jackass.
Will our tax dollars have to help play for his dry cleaning bill? I’ll see if I can get Judy Darling on the case – but in the meantime, in their “animals turning against us” department, Wonkette is reporting that birds are now attacking everyone. See what this Bush guy is doing to us?
Rick Hines and The Cincinnati Nation have been teasing us a lot this past week about how something old on line will become something new. Being the great reporter that I am (why is everyone laughing?), I dug around and found out what’s going on. I’ll keep the secret - but I will say it’s gonna shake up the media here a little bit and that it’s gonna be a positive thing. See? I’m good at teasing too.
Gawker is reporting that Rosie will be leaving “The View” three weeks early. Now I like Rosie and all but it’s really just television. Does anyone really care?
Over at C.A. MacConnell’s blog, she’s having some kind of a contest – looking for the origin of a poem/song called “Song of the Stars.” I know all about it, C. A., but your prize for winning the contest is a bit weak. If you can’t fly me somewhere and put me up in a nice hotel for at least three nights, then I just can’t be bothered.
Bengals coach Marvin Lewis has had some interesting things to say about Cincinnati and our cops. Porkopolis tells us all about it. Many here have been upset about his remarks. I guess the truth hurts.
Larry Gross
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www.gapingvoid.com)
Has Doris lost weight?
Tom Anus
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killsometime.com)
I called in sick to work yesterday. I donât care. I needed a day off.
After showering, I drove my Ford Escort over to the Frischâs on Glenway Avenue for their breakfast buffet. I can pack it away when Iâm hungry and I was damn hungry yesterday morning. The lady behind me in line was complaining I was eating all the bacon up. Screw her â they had more in the kitchen. I felt like telling the bitch that. I donât care.
After ten plates, I felt fairly full and satisfied. I decided to walk around the block before getting back into my Ford Escort. A little exercise never hurt anybody.
On the way back home, I found a 5th Avenue bar on the dashboard in the car. I must have forgotten to eat it yesterday. It was a little melted from the sun beating down on it, but I ate it anyway â got chocolate all over my face. I donât care. It tasted good.
Thereâs a UDF around the corner from my house. After I parked my Ford Escort, I walked over there and picked me up some candy bars, a six pack of Mountain Dew and a couple gallons of ice-cream. Strawberry is my favorite. The cashier looked at me funny â must have forgot to wipe that chocolate off my face. I donât care. Screw him.
I spent the rest of the morning watching game shows on television â ate one gallon of ice-cream and drank a couple cans of Mountain Dew. Damn, that was living.
