É, whassup, señor big bohango? Still keeping the ladies smiling and tired?

More like still keeping myself sick and tired..literally.
(was sick for four days straight)

Ah, crap. Good to hear you're up and about. You should come to Astoria next time jonmc & pips and I (and whoever else wants to come) hit the Remote Sports Bar. Good times.

How's it hangin', Mr. Famous?

Is sistren a word? It's not a place to pee is it?

It's still hagin' a lil to the left, Jrossi..

Hugh, I'm down for whatever. You'll see me real soon.

Sistren is probably not a word. But then again...I'm not known to favor Webster's too much anyway

Hugh, brotha, you just name the time and place and I'm down.

well, the place is obviously the Remote, but you dig.

Please, for the love of god, please don't pee in the cistern, chewie. How many times to I have to ask? Do I need to put up a sign?

Oh dear, now that reminds me of a story.

My college buddy, [Colonel Mustard], grew up in a broken-down van across from his mom's trailer in [the Catskills], poor and black and dyslexic and hyperactive. He ended up at a Quaker boarding school, but before that he and his mom would set out in the summers, traveling to artist's communities here and there, or to relatives' places to squat.

So one time they went down to Jamaica to stay with [Colonel Mustard]'s father's family ([Colonel Mustard] was a child of love, not wedlock), and were put up in a shack on the side of the mountain.

Now, I love this guy like a brother, and I like his mom, though I'm wise to her freeloading ways. I can understand how someone else might have more trouble putting up with her, particularly if she was once "the other woman," you know?

So anyway, after a couple months, or I should say a month or so after she wore out their welcome, they found a dead horse floating in their cistern, recognized that it didn't climb up there on its own, and decided it was time to leave Jamaica.

True, though ultimately unsatisfying, story.

DANG, HOMEY!!!

That's craaaaaazeeeeee!

Maybe sometime this week, billiards and Budweiser at the real deal, eh fellas?

any time.

Maybe we can get Divine_Wino to make the cross-borough connection, too. Shit, I'd even split that mothafockah's carfare home, I would. Calling all Vikings!

We'd be like Ghostbusters or sump'm.

or Larry Moe & Curley. Joe can be Shemp.

*pokes everybody in eyes, says woo-woo-woo*

Hahahaha!

But I don't wanna be Shemp. I wanna be that one recurring dude who played everybody that wasn't a Stooge in every Stooges short! lol.

'memeber him?

Yeah, he's kinda like Margaret Dumond on the Marx Brothers, the one who Groucho is always embarrassing.

Was he the guy who'd play the cop, a kinda WC Fields-looking dude, or am I thinking of Abbott & Costello?

What about tobacky spat? can that go in?