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[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

how could the lady ahead of you admire your tush, were you turned backwards, presenting your rear as some bizarre suburban show of submission?

otherwise, perhaps she was admiring your fanny.

Are you making accusations of public camel toe?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Ricardo Montalban o Coltrane, who wore his Sorels to court?



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[dtb]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

how could the lady ahead of you admire your tush, were you turned backwards, presenting your rear as some bizarre suburban show of submission?

otherwise, perhaps she was admiring your fanny.

No, I meant "in front of" as in "her turn was ahead of mine". I was wandering the rows of cheesy jewelry. It was the kind of place that looks as if it hasn't sold anything in about 30 years.

Though maybe it was the camel toe.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally Posted by John Phoenix

I turned right to my iPod when I read that and had a moment of panic when I couldn't find Funk 49 under Joe Walsh. Turns out it's under the James Gang. D'oh! But now my OCD itch is scratched.

Do you have "The Bomber"? If not, Itune that. If you dig the old James Gang stuff, it's a must have. Walsh plays "Bolero" in the middle. You might be thinking, "Ted Nugent tried that in 'Stranglehold' and it sucked." Well, that's because Ted Nugent sucks. Walsh (or whoever the band's guitarist was) makes it work, almost as good as Jeff Beck's amazing "Beck's Bolero." Great tune.

But then, I always had a soft spot for "Bolero." And the funny thing is, it's hardly the best of Ravel's catalog. I can't recall the names of anything as it's all just random shit on my Ipod, but going out and buying a handful of Ravel compilation discs will always do you right. The piano's great in his stuff.

Anyway, buy "The Bomber" on Itunes.

ETA: Oh, and the JG live record from the early 70s isn't bad either.

Though hardly as good as the Bowie "Live in Santa Monica, 1972." That's some gritty glam shit right there.

[Penske_Account]

Originally Posted by dtb

No, I meant "in front of" as in "her turn was ahead of mine". I was wandering the rows of cheesy jewelry. It was the kind of place that looks as if it hasn't sold anything in about 30 years.

Though maybe it was the camel toe.

True story from today, a cautionary tale about lack of impulse control.

I'm on the elevator up to the corner office. Only other people are a youngish 30-something MILF and her daughter, about 3 yo. Our eyes meet and there is tacit acknowledgement that she is a MILF, which is probably where it should have been left. Tacit. So then she starts applying lip balm of some sort or another, of which I am stealing glances and indulging in prurient thoughts, as is my wont. My internal mental visualization is broken when I hear her say (apparently to her daughter) "would you like to try some of Mommy's lip balm?", to which I responded, unfortunately out loud (i.e. lack of impulse control) "YES, plant some on me"......to which she responded with a look of horror and then smacked me across the face.

Conclusion, her stop came up almost immediately, she pushed her daughter in front of her towards to the opening doors and then before she exited, turned and gave me a quick kiss. Go figure.

Day has been down hil from there......

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally Posted by Penske_Account

Day has been down hil

freudian slip?



and my "fanny" meant "camel toe." if there is a joke somewhere in my posts, trust that I've wrung it out. I'm the Ed Begley, Jr. of socks.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski

freudian slip?



and my "fanny" meant "camel toe."

Ty, can we get a Venn diagram?

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally Posted by Penske_Account

True story from today, a cautionary tale about lack of impulse control.

I'm on the elevator up to the corner office. Only other people are a youngish 30-something MILF and her daughter, about 3 yo. Our eyes meet and there is tacit acknowledgement that she is a MILF, which is probably where it should have been left. Tacit. So then she starts applying lip balm of some sort or another, of which I am stealing glances and indulging in prurient thoughts, as is my wont. My internal mental visualization is broken when I hear her say (apparently to her daughter) "would you like to try some of Mommy's lip balm?", to which I responded, unfortunately out loud (i.e. lack of impulse control) "YES, plant some on me"......to which she responded with a look of horror and then smacked me across the face.

Conclusion, her stop came up almost immediately, she pushed her daughter in front of her towards to the opening doors and then before she exited, turned and gave me a quick kiss. Go figure.

Day has been down hil from there......

Bravo! A day in the life of the corner officed. How dull it would be to have to live as one of those dreary little cubicle people. Especially at this time of year. Wouldn't you agree? (Of course you would. )

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?

Ricardo Montalban o Coltrane, who wore his Sorels to court?



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Why not these, covering up some shoes that actually belong in court?

[Adder]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

Why not these, covering up some shoes that actually belong in court?

Spoken like someone who lives in DC (or somewhere else that does't get real snow).

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

Why not these, covering up some shoes that actually belong in court?

Usually, those will do the trick. Not today, though.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally Posted by Adder

Spoken like someone who lives in DC (or somewhere else that does't get real snow).

You callin' me a local? They're less useful in DC because the city doesn't know how to plow and the locals don't care to shovel. Anywhere else, snow is mostly gone pretty quickly.

[Adder]

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)

You callin' me a local?

Locals around here are a myth. And I am certain you are not mythical.

They're less useful in DC because the city doesn't know how to plow and the locals don't care to shovel. Anywhere else, snow is mostly gone pretty quickly.

While true, those rubbers of yours are no match for a foot of snow.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

I have to say I am a little upset that gwnk never asked me to be her facebook friend. I'm just putting that out there.

[Penske_Account]

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower

Bravo! A day in the life of the corner officed. How dull it would be to have to live as one of those dreary little cubicle people. Especially at this time of year. Wouldn't you agree? (Of course you would. )

2, boc. I must note that, in deference to my stature, I decided to forego billing for the day. I am sitting in my corner office. feet up, crystal in hand, containing a delightfully mature '88 Margaux, looking out over the Sound and the Olympics beyond as the snowstorm rolls in. Good times. But you, one of the few, know, where of I speaketh.