It definitely has its features. Try our native food. I am going to miss Logan Berry, Buffalo Wings, and Beef-on-wack when I move.
So, KLAW, you can’t figure me out??
Beef-on-wack???? Are you crazy??? Please explain. 🙁
KLAW – You must not have been in Buffalo during the winter (October-May). It is probably the heart attack capital due to everyone keeling over after shoveling snow. I’ll stay in Georgia, thank you very much.
I think I have you figured out Paul. You appear to be a smart man, very smart. You dig seeing the world, what did I leave out?
Richard, I enjoyed their one week of summer in July.
KLAW,
thank you for the kind words….my question was based on the post in yesterday’s open mic: “P n B, I am very glad I had a chance to meet you. To be quite honest with you, you make very little sense. Perhaps it is the wHine. Take care of yourself.”
btw, I have turned on dozens of people to RP, and I expect to make a contribution to them before the month is over.
I’m an idiot, I figured it out. I will say hi for you.
You are far from an idiot. Please don’t drag your political stuff in here. That is like talking about Religion, I don’t want to talk about either. That is just my opinion, you are free to talk about anything, I do indeed have the right to go elsewhere and not respond to you. I am tired of hearing you telling people we have a difference in Political beliefs.
Why do Open Mics turn into round table discussions? Jonco, I think you have to change the name.
Update, the day turned to night, raining like heck. I am afraid Jonco and friends will have a rough ride.
We have sunshine, no help for Jonco though. 🙁 Keep the peace brother, put your head above it.
It’s overcast and humid here in Nashville, so he may want a little, I repeat little rain to cool him down on the way back.
Maybe instead of Open Mic, it could just be called “P’O’ other folks.”
rev,
who’s POd?
Nobody, Paul, but it could be a challenge!
Not sure I aqree with you, rev, someone above seemed a little testy
rev, I thought you were kidding about meeting Jonco. I just talked to a high profile person who visits here often and was told you were serious. He is a cool dude and his wife is just as cool. Still raining cat’s and dog’s here.
Paul, I was very polte to you. GET OVER IT.
Well, changing the subject, my darling companion thinks I’m a little nuts for finding Jonco this morning….
Huh…24 years and she’s just figuring that out…now if she only knew about the voices….
yep, Klaw, I was serious, saw the bikes and stopped to talk with them. Great folks.
Did you jump out of the bushes and say “Surprise” ? You only become a stalker if he slaps you with a restraining order, I think.
Nah…I was standing in plain sight….as a matter of fact, now that I think of it, they actually came walking toward me… 🙂
COOL, the rains have ceased, off to Costco, see ya.
Isiah – I used to live in Buffalo (13 years) before I moved here to Vegas (actually Henderson, but it’s really just an extension of Vegas). I used to live on Hewitt Ave about a mile from the UB Main St campus. I hate to say it, but the only thing I miss about Buffalo is Duffs (best wings in the WORLD – even better than the Anchor Bar!), good wings in general (just like there is no such thing as real crab cakes outside of Baltimore, there is no such thing as real wings outside of Buffalo), beef on weck, Niagara Falls, and Wegmans (Best Grocery store IN THE WORLD!!!!). I hate the winters (all 10 months of it!) the taxes, the politics and the fact that the Bills could never pull off that damned Super Bowl thing!
Another ‘celebrity’ death (I can’t keep track of the count and don’t know about this guy). Former Welterweight boxing champion Arturo Gatti was found dead in his hotel room in Brazil. His wife has been detained. Reportedly had a head injury and was strangled with a purse strap according to AP.
Mustn’t have been that great a boxer if his wife could beat him!
Yeah, but if you drop your left, the strap can come right over the top.
Jesus and Saint Peter are golfing. St. Peter steps up to the tee on a par three and hits one long and straight. It reaches the green. Jesus is up next. He slices it. It heads over the fence into traffic on an adjacent street. Bounces off a truck, onto the roof of a nearby shack and into the rain gutter, down the drain spout and onto a lilly pad at the edge of a lake. A frog jumps up and snatches the ball in his mouth. An eagle swoops down, grabs the frog. As the eagle flies over the green, the frog croaks and drops the ball. It’s in the hole. Saint Peter looks at Jesus, exasperated. “Are you gonna play golf?” he asks “Or are you just gonna fu@k around?”
Three duffers allow another gentleman to join them in their every Thursday round. Unbeknownst to the three buddies, their partner for the day is a priest. On the second hole, one of the guys misses a 2 foot putt, and says “G-D it, I missed.” The priest says “Please, don’t take the Lords name in vain.” On the fifth hole, the same guy misses an 18 inch putt, and says “G-D it, I missed again.” And again the priest implores him not to swear. “In fact,” the priest continues, “you never know when or how the Lord will seek His revenge.” Things are cool until the 17th hole, when the same guy misses a 9 inch putt and screams “G-D it, I missed again!”
Suddenly, clouds gather, a fierce wind blows in from the east, a flash of lightning bolts from the sky and kills the priest dead. Twenty seconds later, a deep voice from the sky says “G-D it, I missed again.”
Johnny’s Mother looked out the window and noticed Him “playing church” with their cat.
He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it.
She smiled and went about her work.
A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back To the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water.
She called out, “Johnny, stop that! The cat is afraid of water!”
Johnny looked up at her and said,
“He should have thought about that before he joined my church!
Another guy was playing up in Heaven and saw this golfer across the way grab an iron and step up to the tee on a par 5. He snickers and says who does he think he is, God? The guy says No, that is God, he just thinks he’s Jack Nicklaus.
(May show as a double post with a misspelling) Moderator Note: Yeah Rev, ‘Snickers’ doesn’t have any g’s in it. That comment was held back.
It is supposed to be a true story that once Lee Trevino was caught out on course during a lightning storm. He quickly took a one iron out of his bag and held it over his head. When asked why, he said “Not even God can hit a one iron.”
I’ve heard that about Trevino before. When I’m on the course, if there’s lightning anywhere within 5 miles, I’m out of there. Of course, I’d probably be safe since I’m normally playing out of a pond or the woods.
My grandmother died in 1975, but her birthday is coming up, and that
always causes me to reminisce. The long walks we used to take to the
store on Brunswick Street , the quarters she gave me for meaningless
jobs like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk… Those gems were all
good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of
grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 10.
We were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda
bottles for the deposit money on a beautiful spring day. She told me
that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
“And remember always this thing,” she said. “Be sure you marry a woman
with small hands.”
“How come, Grandma?” I asked her. She answered in her soft voice..
“Makes your dick look bigger.”
A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends.
Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both
brought chicken sandwiches every day! This went on all through the fourth and fifth
grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn’t a chicken sandwich.
He said, “Hey, how come you’re not eating chicken, don’t you like it anymore?”
She said “I love it but I have to stop eating it.”
“Why?” he asked.
She pointed to her lap and said “Cause I’m starting to grow little feathers down there!”
“Let me see” he said.
“Okay” and she pulled up her skirt.
He looked and said, “That’s right. You are!? Better not eat any more chicken.”
He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said
to the little girl, “I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I’m starting to get feathers
down there too!” She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her!
She said, “Oh, my God, it’s too late for you! You’ve already got the NECK and GIZZARDS!!!
It’s the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He’s a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl’s father answers and invites him in.
“Carrie’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?” the father says.
“That’s cool,” says Bobby.
Carrie’s father asks Bobby what they’re planning to do.
Bobby replies, politely, that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.
Carrie’s father responds, “Why don’t you two go out and screw, I hear all the kids are doing it.”
Naturally, this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby. So, he asks Carrie’s father to repeat it.
“Yeah,” says Carrie’s father, “Carrie really likes to screw; she’ll screw all night if we let her!”
Well, this just made Bobby’s eyes light up, and his plan for the evening was beginning to look pretty good. A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt, and announces that she’s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door.
About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father, “DARN IT DADDY! IT’S CALLED THE TWIST!”
Sorry I caused the frowns this morning. You think you’re unhappy? I won’t waste your time trying to join the party late, although my time this morning was utterly enjoyable. Did anyone backtrack for context? If yes,sorry. If no, sorry. Conclusion? I’m sorry. Frowny face.
JohnC, relax. No harm done.
We all make mistakes, and maybe I made one today. Please keep in mind, you are only allowed to make 350 comments per post. I live by the rules.
I gotta go, gonna play some Blackjack.
One last comment before I peel out. The sun is shining in STL.
I’m still in Nashville, so you’re on your own today. 
It definitely has its features. Try our native food. I am going to miss Logan Berry, Buffalo Wings, and Beef-on-wack when I move.
So, KLAW, you can’t figure me out??
Beef-on-wack???? Are you crazy??? Please explain. 🙁
KLAW – You must not have been in Buffalo during the winter (October-May). It is probably the heart attack capital due to everyone keeling over after shoveling snow. I’ll stay in Georgia, thank you very much.
I think I have you figured out Paul. You appear to be a smart man, very smart. You dig seeing the world, what did I leave out?
Richard, I enjoyed their one week of summer in July.
KLAW,
thank you for the kind words….my question was based on the post in yesterday’s open mic: “P n B, I am very glad I had a chance to meet you. To be quite honest with you, you make very little sense. Perhaps it is the wHine. Take care of yourself.”
btw, I have turned on dozens of people to RP, and I expect to make a contribution to them before the month is over.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kummelweck
Beef on weck sounds delicious. I might make that tonight. Thank you very much.
Where are you headed, Isiah?
Paul, say hi to Rebecca for me.
umm, who is she??
never mind.
Paul, click on Home.
http://www.radioparadise.com/content.php?name=Listen
I’m an idiot, I figured it out. I will say hi for you.
You are far from an idiot. Please don’t drag your political stuff in here. That is like talking about Religion, I don’t want to talk about either. That is just my opinion, you are free to talk about anything, I do indeed have the right to go elsewhere and not respond to you. I am tired of hearing you telling people we have a difference in Political beliefs.
Why do Open Mics turn into round table discussions? Jonco, I think you have to change the name.
Update, the day turned to night, raining like heck. I am afraid Jonco and friends will have a rough ride.
We have sunshine, no help for Jonco though. 🙁 Keep the peace brother, put your head above it.
It’s overcast and humid here in Nashville, so he may want a little, I repeat little rain to cool him down on the way back.
Maybe instead of Open Mic, it could just be called “P’O’ other folks.”
rev,
who’s POd?
Nobody, Paul, but it could be a challenge!
Not sure I aqree with you, rev, someone above seemed a little testy
rev, I thought you were kidding about meeting Jonco. I just talked to a high profile person who visits here often and was told you were serious. He is a cool dude and his wife is just as cool. Still raining cat’s and dog’s here.
Paul, I was very polte to you. GET OVER IT.
Well, changing the subject, my darling companion thinks I’m a little nuts for finding Jonco this morning….
Huh…24 years and she’s just figuring that out…now if she only knew about the voices….
yep, Klaw, I was serious, saw the bikes and stopped to talk with them. Great folks.
Did you jump out of the bushes and say “Surprise” ? You only become a stalker if he slaps you with a restraining order, I think.
Nah…I was standing in plain sight….as a matter of fact, now that I think of it, they actually came walking toward me… 🙂
COOL, the rains have ceased, off to Costco, see ya.
Isiah – I used to live in Buffalo (13 years) before I moved here to Vegas (actually Henderson, but it’s really just an extension of Vegas). I used to live on Hewitt Ave about a mile from the UB Main St campus. I hate to say it, but the only thing I miss about Buffalo is Duffs (best wings in the WORLD – even better than the Anchor Bar!), good wings in general (just like there is no such thing as real crab cakes outside of Baltimore, there is no such thing as real wings outside of Buffalo), beef on weck, Niagara Falls, and Wegmans (Best Grocery store IN THE WORLD!!!!). I hate the winters (all 10 months of it!) the taxes, the politics and the fact that the Bills could never pull off that damned Super Bowl thing!
Another ‘celebrity’ death (I can’t keep track of the count and don’t know about this guy). Former Welterweight boxing champion Arturo Gatti was found dead in his hotel room in Brazil. His wife has been detained. Reportedly had a head injury and was strangled with a purse strap according to AP.
Mustn’t have been that great a boxer if his wife could beat him!
Yeah, but if you drop your left, the strap can come right over the top.
Jesus and Saint Peter are golfing. St. Peter steps up to the tee on a par three and hits one long and straight. It reaches the green. Jesus is up next. He slices it. It heads over the fence into traffic on an adjacent street. Bounces off a truck, onto the roof of a nearby shack and into the rain gutter, down the drain spout and onto a lilly pad at the edge of a lake. A frog jumps up and snatches the ball in his mouth. An eagle swoops down, grabs the frog. As the eagle flies over the green, the frog croaks and drops the ball. It’s in the hole. Saint Peter looks at Jesus, exasperated. “Are you gonna play golf?” he asks “Or are you just gonna fu@k around?”
Three duffers allow another gentleman to join them in their every Thursday round. Unbeknownst to the three buddies, their partner for the day is a priest. On the second hole, one of the guys misses a 2 foot putt, and says “G-D it, I missed.” The priest says “Please, don’t take the Lords name in vain.” On the fifth hole, the same guy misses an 18 inch putt, and says “G-D it, I missed again.” And again the priest implores him not to swear. “In fact,” the priest continues, “you never know when or how the Lord will seek His revenge.” Things are cool until the 17th hole, when the same guy misses a 9 inch putt and screams “G-D it, I missed again!”
Suddenly, clouds gather, a fierce wind blows in from the east, a flash of lightning bolts from the sky and kills the priest dead. Twenty seconds later, a deep voice from the sky says “G-D it, I missed again.”
Johnny’s Mother looked out the window and noticed Him “playing church” with their cat.
He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it.
She smiled and went about her work.
A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back To the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water.
She called out, “Johnny, stop that! The cat is afraid of water!”
Johnny looked up at her and said,
“He should have thought about that before he joined my church!
Another guy was playing up in Heaven and saw this golfer across the way grab an iron and step up to the tee on a par 5. He snickers and says who does he think he is, God? The guy says No, that is God, he just thinks he’s Jack Nicklaus.
(May show as a double post with a misspelling)
Moderator Note: Yeah Rev, ‘Snickers’ doesn’t have any g’s in it. That comment was held back.
It is supposed to be a true story that once Lee Trevino was caught out on course during a lightning storm. He quickly took a one iron out of his bag and held it over his head. When asked why, he said “Not even God can hit a one iron.”
I’ve heard that about Trevino before. When I’m on the course, if there’s lightning anywhere within 5 miles, I’m out of there. Of course, I’d probably be safe since I’m normally playing out of a pond or the woods.
Trevino WAS hit by lightning in 1975…http://blogs.usatoday.com/weather/2006/06/not_even_god_ca.html
My grandmother died in 1975, but her birthday is coming up, and that
always causes me to reminisce. The long walks we used to take to the
store on Brunswick Street , the quarters she gave me for meaningless
jobs like pulling weeds or washing the sidewalk… Those gems were all
good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of
grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 10.
We were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda
bottles for the deposit money on a beautiful spring day. She told me
that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
“And remember always this thing,” she said. “Be sure you marry a woman
with small hands.”
“How come, Grandma?” I asked her. She answered in her soft voice..
“Makes your dick look bigger.”
A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends.
Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both
brought chicken sandwiches every day! This went on all through the fourth and fifth
grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn’t a chicken sandwich.
He said, “Hey, how come you’re not eating chicken, don’t you like it anymore?”
She said “I love it but I have to stop eating it.”
“Why?” he asked.
She pointed to her lap and said “Cause I’m starting to grow little feathers down there!”
“Let me see” he said.
“Okay” and she pulled up her skirt.
He looked and said, “That’s right. You are!? Better not eat any more chicken.”
He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said
to the little girl, “I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I’m starting to get feathers
down there too!” She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her!
She said, “Oh, my God, it’s too late for you! You’ve already got the NECK and GIZZARDS!!!
It’s the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He’s a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl’s father answers and invites him in.
“Carrie’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?” the father says.
“That’s cool,” says Bobby.
Carrie’s father asks Bobby what they’re planning to do.
Bobby replies, politely, that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.
Carrie’s father responds, “Why don’t you two go out and screw, I hear all the kids are doing it.”
Naturally, this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby. So, he asks Carrie’s father to repeat it.
“Yeah,” says Carrie’s father, “Carrie really likes to screw; she’ll screw all night if we let her!”
Well, this just made Bobby’s eyes light up, and his plan for the evening was beginning to look pretty good. A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt, and announces that she’s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door.
About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father, “DARN IT DADDY! IT’S CALLED THE TWIST!”
Sorry I caused the frowns this morning. You think you’re unhappy? I won’t waste your time trying to join the party late, although my time this morning was utterly enjoyable. Did anyone backtrack for context? If yes,sorry. If no, sorry. Conclusion? I’m sorry. Frowny face.
JohnC, relax. No harm done.
We all make mistakes, and maybe I made one today. Please keep in mind, you are only allowed to make 350 comments per post. I live by the rules.
I gotta go, gonna play some Blackjack.
One last comment before I peel out. The sun is shining in STL.