this sat 3-29-08….

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More specifically, mazel tov to Confab-Jerry, the Walter Brennan of the Blown-Eyes. Because of you, sir, this sparsely visited website is Numero Tres on Google for the search term: “There’s a pimple on my pecker.”

Way to go, bro! Y’all Youse should all go over there, right now, and congratulate him on this very special accomplishment. I hear he’s feeling a little under the weather. And no, not for the reason listed above.

The Elderly Babes on their first leg (and trust me, after that weekend, I learned that many of these peeps could use all the legs they could get) of the “Soft Food Tour.” Don’t you think the wheelchair in the background lends itself to their Elderly Greatness?

Well, Blown-Eyes…the sheer nekkidness of my blog should be indicative of the smack withdrawal-like symptoms I have been battling with, constantly, since meeting all of you, and then having to say g’bye. If you think that it hasn’t been pure Hell on me and my oppressed and weary soul, as I’m sure it has been on all of youse’s, well…guess again.

No worries. I’ll come through it. Slightly thrashed, no doubt…a bit frayed around the edges, but all the better for it. Hey, I’m from Brooklyn. It’s just what we do around here, pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off…although I, perhaps unwisely, opened up my vulnerable side to the enemy across the river. Reminds me of the scene in “The Godfather.” “Yo, Santino! *slap*…never tell anyone outside of the family what you’re thinking, again.”

But still…inhospitable wasteland Jersey or not, a Blown-Eye’s a Blown-Eye, and that’s about as close as you could get to a person without actually being a Blood Brother (thank God that practice seems to have been phased out. I’ll take a friendship bracelet, instead, thankyouverymuch).

Geez, I’m going off on a tangent here, when all I wanted to do was post a video that I shot of the Elderly Brothers. Of course, the incriminating ABSCAM evidence revealing vid had to go through the appropriate channels, necessary ob-STACKLE courses, and de rigueur rigmarolishness before permission was granted to finally post them (i.e. “Does this pink shirt make me look like a woman?”).

Aight, here’s the deal, Beloved Blownaroonies…youse ALL better frickin’ comment because you know the lengths this little firecracker and her sooooper-fragile ego will plummet to if you don’t. Enough of my yammering—just dig them two soon-to-be Social Security Collectin’ Hotties. Fuggedabout Babs, who’s a big ol’ commiedooshbag anyways…I’d gladly fork over a couple hundred shekels to see these Babealicious Old Farts raise the rafters at MSG instead.

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Note: It works now so play away….

“See if you can guess what I am now. A zit! Get it?”

I’m sorry, Jerry, I really love you, bro, but I just can’t keep looking at the “Official Pecker Inspector” badge a single second longer. Gaaaah. I’m a young’in with delicate sensibilities, so I thought I’d discreetly change the topic. I hope the rest of youse are cool with that.

Here’s something I’ve been ruminating on lately…kind of a pet peeve of mine, and your thoughts and comments are welcomed and appreciated (because when ya don’t comment, it royally fux with my tenuous ego, you should know).

So, here…I’ll give you a topic: When people say comments on blogs, such as “That is so wrong, on so many levels,”does that drive you as batshit as it drives me? Or the one about having to wipe the laugh-shpritz off the monitor, because something was so funny? How many times do I need to see “Bwahahahaha, I just had to clean the coffee/soda/OJ/gin and tonic off my monitor/pants!” Oy.

Like, why can’t peeps think of something more original to write? Breathe life into the comments, instead of re-hashing the same old comment, used 100 gazillion times since blogs first started, and which went over well the first few times, but has since gotten Really, Really Old.

Maybe I’m just too uptight.I definitely have the Blown-Eye Blues, so that’s been making me sad lately…I can’t wait to see all of youse again (it will be soonish, right?), but until then, these things that people say, goodness…for some reason they just rile my tightly-wound ass.

That’s enough outta me for today. Love ya, Jerrybaby. *mwah*

Discuss.

Update!, hammerheads: I just thought of this one while I was walking home… How many frickin’ times do I need to hear, after someone whizzes through a brilliant rant or otherwise eloquently shares shares their feelings: “Don’t hold back…tell us how you REALLY feel.”

God, I really just need to get a Gott-damned grip.

This position is open to any female that might want to contribute to a successful blowneyed meet up.

Applications will close 90 days before next meet.

Apply in comments as to your qualifications to be assigned this position.

denny and jimbo doing their thang…

filmmaker: Leslies Omnibus

 

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The Grouchy Old Cripple needs to put this song in his repertoire…

Here are reports about Kerrville from those who had the energy to post their thoughts…

BlogThrilla In Kerrville-A!
Blown Eyes in Kerrville
The Fat Lady Has Sung …It Is Over
What can I say. I had the best time!
QUICK QUESTION BEFORE BED
HERE’S HOW IT REALLY WENT DOWN
Blogmeet in Kerrville
Lest I Forget
Kerrville and Company
Deep in the Heart of Texas
Texas Blogmeet
Will add more when the peeps recover and add their thoughts…

I am now held in awe by the ladies who do housekeeping at The Inn of The Hills. Sunday morning while loading up the car they entered my room to prepare it for the next guest and both came back out and asked me when I was coming back, and I said I don’t know maybe next year. They replied “we will be looking forward to seeing you again” which made me wonder why they were so curious about me.

Maybe its was the “Terms of Endearment” that 3 un-named ladies left on my bathroom mirror. I guess the housekeepers had never met a real life “Don Juan” or “Swordsman” before.



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