I shall NEVER forget ~I once knew a dude named Vito. He was an Italian Officer, a big shot, a womanizer, a smooth cat, and a rat. Hell, the guy barely spoke a word of English, except when he’d utter in that lush Italian accent…. They’d snicker and cackle and gush and get all red in the cheeks…I’d think to myself, “All of you are complete and utter dumb asses, aren’t you? And the pure pleasure of baking chocolate chip cookies during the holidays. I remember the elderly women, the ugly ducklings; the flirty married women, and the single college girls would giggle like fools at Vito’s jokes. And he finally says, the Barnes & Noble trips splitting triple pumpkin pie, the reassurance of a soul mate loving you, loving you, loving you… Have you ever lost anything in your entire Stinkin’- Thinkin’-0.00-per- hour- life, you Freudian Freak? Perhaps, he found another young thing to worship the ground he walked on. He seemed a little different than the rest, a bit more thoughtful, a bit more female.
She walked around the casino as if she were Queen of Sheba, as if she owned every blackjack table and roulette wheel in the joint. This is her moment of fame Don’t even get me going on her idiotic-cheating-good-for –nothin’ husband. And then, last but not least, there is the annoying as hell, nauseating family– “The Kardashians.” Sounds like a freaking appetizer. An appetizer that is so overwhelming, over-filling and exasperating that it makes you want to throw up directly after you consume it. Did they donate to some great charity or make a contribution to society in some wonderful way? Don’t you want others to relish what you write because your content is so damn profound, witty, amusing, and intuitive? As long as I have an ounce of strength inside my body.” I am wedged inside my own world like the autistic children I see at school. The laughter and conversation at the kitchen table anticipating the fist batch to come out of the oven.
” My pit boss, Ellen, was sleeping with the Captain. If you can tell me, I’ll stop writing this blog immediately. And Scream Loudy, “I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE! ” you just dying to know how to channel 50,000 visitors a month to your blog? The mixing of brown sugar, baking soda, vanilla, and the cracking of eggs.
And I swear to you, I was told by a reliable source that “picking up chicks, flirting ceaselessly with them, and asking them to dance” was part of their job description.
Anyhow, I never really knew what Vito did on the ship, you know, his line of work. All I know for sure is that Vito and his fellow officers were in the club every night picking up passengers.
How differently the river gleams now that you’re gone—Roberta Hill Whiteman I need help.
Since my sister’s murder, I’ve recognized that I cannot do it alone. Did you suppose I’d go to go back to my old ways and discuss irrelevant, ridiculous, idiotic gossip?
AKA John Eichelbaum Born: 2-Aug-1892Birthplace: London, Ontario, Canada Died: 9-Sep-1978Location of death: Los Angeles, CACause of death: Heart Failure Remains: Buried, Home of Peace Memorial Park, East Los Angeles, CAGender: Male Religion: Jewish Race or Ethnicity: White Sexual orientation: Straight Occupation: Business, Film/TV Producer Party Affiliation: Republican Nationality: United States Executive summary: Co-Founder, Warner Bros.
Military service: US Army Signal Corps (Col.)Born John Eichelbaum, he became John or 'Jack' Warner at 15, when his father, a Polish-Jewish immigrant, changed the family's last name.
Vito actually treated us both for dinner in Cozumel, and we took this picture beforehand. ~~ Every once in a while, I get this urge to get on my soap box and give the world a piece of my mind; to run to the window and scream bloody murder,” I’m Mad as Hell and I’m Not Going to Take it Anymore! I am soooooooooooooooooooo sick of these idiotic, absurd, ghastly, disgusting, noncontributing, foolish, brainless, and revolting- so-called-celebrities making the news for NOTHING, being famous for NOTHING. In case you haven’t heard…..there’s a little war going on in Afghanistan.
If only…If only…” “You know what that’s called–” You’re an imbecile. Perhaps he was working overtime to pay for a boob job for her, or liposuction, or something to make her worth his while. In the photo below you will see Nikki, Vito, and I. Nikki, Vito, & Kim / Carnival Cruise Lines / good times, carefree days. Why are they taking up space on the airways, in the news, and especially Excuuuuuuuuuuuuse Meeeeeeeeeeeeee…. Goslet is on 20/20, Larry King, Nancy Grace, 60 Minutes.; Gosselin is being interviewed by my hero, Barbra Walters, as one of the most fascinating people of 2009; even my Anderson Handsome Cooper is rambling on about her on his show.
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