Eat Fist

Fake cock and balls?

I had a dream my penis was a like a straw. Weird. It would just bogart it's way into a beverage and suck it all up. Or after finishing a bowl of apple jacks it would drink the rest of the milk. I'll tell ya, that's one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. I knew my mind was filled with sick stuff but that one must have been hiding out for a long time.

The culprit behind this dream has to be those penis straws you see bachelorette's playing with when they are out at a bar or club. That has to be where my brain picked that up from. Still never understood the whole "let's walk around holding fake penises the night of my bachelorette party" but hey file that under "will never understand woman" and move on.

Anyway, well played Mr. Brain. Well played.

Floods and Beer

1. Dude flood ended years ago.

2. Ice, ice, ice cold beer. Glory.

3. My personal beer cooler.

Moth Balls and Tupperware

My salute to bacon

Rays over Phillies in 5. I can't stomach the Phillies winning a championship. And the Rays story is so good. Gotta pull for them.


Credit cards. Nightmare.


This guy was napping. Gotta feel for some homeless people. Ever wonder if that could be you. Like family wise, how does it get to that point. It's sad.














SNL was hilarious on Sat night. Best ratings in some 14 years they say.

Colin Powell you disappoint me.

If McCain/Palin were smart they should promise a Palin nude spread. They'd win the election going away. No serious.

Rough tough football on the weekends is heating up. I'm no longer sore all week. Just Monday.
Made some plays yesterday too. Couple of TD's , deflected passes, some nice rushing plays. Good day. I love playing football and I love competing.

Are you guys prepared if an intruder breaks into your home? I hope so. If you need any tips let me know.

Mars >>>>> Venus

There are alot of differences between men and woman. Other than the standard balls and tits thing of course. Let me go through a couple of things for a minute.

Stomach aches. I can count on my hand how many times I've ever had a stomach ache that was not related to drinking a heavy amount of scotch/whiskey, 12-15 beers or both. Woman, what the fuck with the stomach aches? Why do you always have one? Every other day, "I don't feel good". Why? "I don't know, I have a stomach ache". Jesus christ. Cut it out already.

Women have alot of shoes. I have black shoes and brown shoes. 40-2 is not fair.

Movies and overall violence/cool shit.
What's the deal with that. Why is a movie stupid because it involves killing, blood, scary things, trucks, barfights, fast cars, drugs and general awesomeness? That is what MAKES the movie good. Do you know what makes a movie not good? I will tell you. Kissing or hugging but no fucking, shopping, flowers, gay men, small dogs, talking small dogs, pink stuff, cackling woman, bff's, crying, bicycles and notebooks. So next time your watching something that has any one or all of those items I will make sure to ask you why your watching that shit. Just like you do to me.

Generally speaking. What is so satisfying about buying clothes or shopping in general.

The couch awaits.

No more movie quotes

I've got a cyst or an ingrown hair that has pitched a tent on the south lawn of my neck. It's fucking pissing me off. It hurts and I'd rather sleep on hot coals. But serious why did God create something so disgusting and annoying. Like I don't have enough shit on my plate right now. I gotta deal with a giant ball of awful dead tissue that protrudes from my neck like some sort of freak from the planet Malazar. For every beautiful thing God created he came up with something hellacious. I swear.

He created the vagina but he also created std's. So the vagina can't be enjoyed to the fullest extent of the penal law.

He created beer but also created the beer gut.

He created music but didn't exclude country music.

Get the drift. He should keep certain people alive, like myself and start over with creating shit. First kill just about everyone except for maybe like 500 people. Then he should take the 500 people and move them to a remote location and re-create earth based on our suggestions. For instance I think women should have tits on thier back as well as thier front and they can only get pregnant when you want them to. Not everytime the sperm actually fertilizes the egg. Also I think there should be a couple of beer rivers. Poland has natural springs of fantastic drinking water why shouldn't we have natural rivers of golden ale? These are just a couple of ideas. Any way the point is after he re-creates the world on our terms he simply releases us back to earth and we all live happily ever after.

I'm tired

Going to work in the dark sucks.
That white light is either death or the train.
Any one will do at 6am.















WTC skeleton. Finally some progress.
















Next to 2 train in tunnel. I'm on 4. No real reason.

Shit doesn't just disappear!

My commute is awful. I hate it. 3 trains, long walks, crowds of people. It just sucks.

Still not sure why the NY football Giants don't have cheerleaders.

I love Paella.

Apologizing is the worse.

Last night's debate stunk.

It's busy. Obviously.

Must suck to work in Mumbai.

Sales slump is a popular term lately.

Haven't had a good steak in a minute.

Despite not working out anymore my biceps are still fierce.

Why is everyone so afraid of mice?

I want to own a KFC.

credit crunch

Too busy at work to put some thoughts. I have things to say too. Damn shame. Blame the Bush regime. Everyone else is.

Been getting addicted to the chick breakfast sand which from mickey D's. Always get two hash browns. Always.

















Sam Adams Oktoberfest. Sorry for the extran half inch of head. I get restless.

Good night.

That's it. Tough being a Met fan. Today sort of feels like I just buried a friend. An old friend. There's pain involved. Rage ensues only after remembering how they lost yesterday, again, to the same team on the last day, again. O the pain.

But Shea deserves better. Maybe it was a dump to everyone else outside of NY but to us it was our dump. Layers of concrete, steel and wood. Saw two championships. Forget everything else. I would be lying to you if I say I cared the Jets played here. Or that the Beatles played this stadium. My memories are things like my first baseball game. I was nine. August 19th, 1989.

My dad worked overtime that week and surprised me with the tickets. It was a Thursday day night and happend to be his birthday. I begged for him to let me stay home from school the next day. Hard ass always said no to those types of requests. Bobby Ojeda was that day's starter, the Dodgers were in town and we hated the Dodgers that paticular year because of what they did to us in the playoffs the year prior. 88' was supposed to be our year.

Our seats were in the Loge section. A luxury considering our income. The first time I saw all that grass I just froze. It smelled wonderful. I had my glove on, never took it off. Heads up dad said. We might get one tonight. I had my Mets starter cap on, with my Darryl Strawberry pin on it. Dad smuggled in some food but when I begged for some ice cream he gave in. $2.50 later I had a carvel sundae inside a plastic mets helmet. Magadan went 3-3. Ojeda went 7 strong. Darryl laced a double. Meyers with the save. I remember looking out the window as we merged onto the Grand Central Parkway, to the right, and seeing the neon lights of shea blare. I said to myself before I nodded off to sleep that I would come back here, to this baseball chapel, as much as I possibly could when I grew up. And I did.

Some memories:

Every Darryl Strawberry home run. Sweetest swing I've ever seen in person. Skinny, tall, fluid. He was my favorite met.

Every Doc Gooden start. The guy was out of this world electric.

Kevin McReynolds grand slam vs the Pirates in late September. Specifically because dad called it.

Playing catch with Roger McDowell from the Loge section overhang near the bullpen.

The post 9/11 first game back Piazza go ahead blast to center.

Seeing Ricky Henderson in person. Steal a base.

Kevin Mitchell's seemingly 500 foot shot that bounced to the parking lot.

Watching Darryl hit BP, constantly hitting the scoreboard with ease.

Ron Darling autographing my baseball, hat and glove.

David Cone autographing a baseball and program.

the 14 inning game

those silly ramps

Home Run Apple

chicken fingers with those spicy waffle fries

Walking right by Ralph Kiner.

Sneaking into field level.

the John Rocker game.

Game 6, NLCS 2006.

Subway Series.

Maturation of David Wright, Jose Reyes.

I could go on forever so I'll stop here. Goodbye old friend. I will miss you.

*single tear rolling down cheek*

Lets Go Mets!

Click to watch 1964 video

Last week of Shea.

*tear rolling down cheek*

LET'S GO METS!

Greed is good

I'll get going soon. Mad work with all the companies crashing. I work in an area that is tied up in all this mess your reading about. It's called the Prime Broker business. I work in the Margin area of the Prime Brokerage business for the #1 Prime Broker on the street according to multiple publications.

Prime Brokerage

Margin

Get familiar if you want.

Turn those machines back on!!!!!

I thought when Bear Stearns went down it was crazy. Now Lehman Brothers. And Merrill Lynch essentially too. Crazy times. Not a good business to be in right now. I guess it's good I have two weeks off. Must be really busy at work. And thankfully my bank is one of the stronger one's and did not have much invested or tied into the subprime mortagages.

Lehman Brothers rich history

Merrill Lynch was the biggest brokerage house in the business in regards to customer accounts. Until Bank of America saved them with a 50 billion dollar all stock deal. I'm young, and have never seen anything like this but older people, people that have been in the business 35-40 years have never seen anything like this either.

Wait, let me guess. It's all Bush's fault.

I'll be back.

Man I can't believe I have to go to work monday. One week went by so fast.







Oh snap I have another week off!


HAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


No cell pics today, they are on my work computer. suffer.
My NFL picks are up on the LOV site. That's all I got.

Never Forget

I think of 9/11 all the time. Actually obsessed with it to a degree.

Each time the Path train that I take each morning rumbles underneath the World Trade Center I get angry. The exoskeleton that still remains bothers me. The new construction underway disturbs me. I can't imagine losing a person close to me the way it went down 7 years ago. I pray for the families and reflect on the day. Anniversary's are for reflection. Let us never forget the day of 9-11-01. I won't. I never will. Walking over the Brooklyn Bridge along with thousands of other stunned New Yorkers, under perfectly blue skies, under not so perfect circumstances my heart is heavy today because of today's date.

I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti

I've off for two weeks. Sweet. Suite.

Company mandates you take two weeks off in a row, I guess so they can rifle through your shit and make sure you ain't robbing the company. Fine by me. The weather in NY (the whole east coast really) is never better then mid-late September.

This messaged has been brought to you by El Padrino, who is off for the next two weeks and wants you to feel jealous.

Cell Phone Pics Fridays

Summer's over. Onto Oktoberfest Beer.

You've seen my daughter. Meet my son.

Am I the only fool still eating these types of ices?

Like a 12 year old. They are good.

My Gym.

We're in the business of winning.

I watched the Giants Championship DVD from NFL films last night just to get pumped up for tonights game. Damn that shit felt good. I almost cried. No serious. That was some emotional shit. The run was so awesome, so fucking awesome wathcing it again, reliving all that was like eating ice cream on a cloud while getting a blow-job. I leave you with some images of last season.

Let's Go G-MMMEEENNN!!!!

Victory.

Elisha and Michael. Together forever.

Holy shit this blows.

Well at least I can still get some hot brazilian box and sleep on stacks of $100 bills.

Is that my spleen?

Prediction for tonight, Giants 23 - Redskins 13.

Remember. It's better to be judged by twelve people, than carried by six.

New Jersey doesn't have many redeeming qualities so I don't visit there often. Once good thing that they do have is nice beaches. The Jersey Shore is some good stuff. Miles and miles of solid beaches all the way from Cape May, NJ to about Sandy Hook. Here are some pics from Point Pleasant, one of the shores most popular beaches.

The only problem, of course, with the joisy shaw is the guidos. Check out This site for more information.

Cell Phone Pics Fridays

Path train entrance to Jersey City.

I hate it. I hate everyone on it and in it.

Leading up the entrance this guy is always there.

His name is "Mr. Outta My Fucking Mind"

Cankles. Hardcore son.

I feel bad for Balding men.