Man with the Golden Arm

Just when you thought the thread was dead.

Browns fan essential.

yeah but i didn't know Ronald McDonald was

it's in here.

you mean that's not a thirty year old Avril Lavigne?

I had to yell at my condo neighbors when i lived in providence. shared a bedroom wall and them boys always played the slide trombone loudly, so to speak...

James' organ playing on "All About My Girl" is probably more in line with an "O" hopper! JB + B3!

Catfight! Rere! RERE!

Yeah even Dusty is a buck less on them new & RERE Japan mini lp sleeves from Mercury, Vocalion, Fontana etc - and that would be Buy It Now! w/ shipping at a few. Hiroshi pulls the drawers off of you for price and shipping. Say you put these items up here and beat the other cats then you can post all day long. :rsmile:

not exactly, but...

this works well but make sure to use plenty of powder.

i remember horny. he had awesome curly locks and the face of a choirboy and built in radar. probably a chromedome now. wish they had 3 pointers in those days. aloc would keep his balls inside and rotate them for his november hooping. A now middle-aged HolyGhost has lived in Ohio for over 10 years now, and he has never heard of this strange game, nor of its strange-ass details. Man with the Middle-Aged Arm lived there for his first 28 and is envious that aloc can rotate his balls in november or any other month for that matter.

Back in the days of league play MwtGA used to leave a few Titleists on the dash all day when it was hot as hades just to get a little extra off the tee come match time. He would only carry one dime in his right pocket to mark his ball. He would also crank crazy jazz when driving into the parking lot just to be annoying.

for shear bounce-ability a younger Boy with the Golden Arm used to run to the slop sink and bath his basketball in steaming hot water several times a game when playing on the driveway court in the midst of winter. if no one else was available he would also play in the third person. "Allan Hornyak from the corner" was oft intoned and could be appreciated by fellow Buckeye aloc.

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ooh dat Açai juice sounds good! naturally nice and sugary, too! but if you do a little samba while drinking it you won't look fat in that thong.

Can't wait for whoever's got this gig's book to come out!

Spent many a summer trip at the Delaware Water Gap and recall Fred Waring owned some golf course in them Poconos. His name was all over the place back in the sixties. Jarrett's from down the road a piece, no?

M_n with the Golden Arm hardly ever does but he just had one ...

found it ... and ... SOStuff. where oh where is that Sexy MFer!? (the best Prince track you can't play for the masses) zen archer picked the cherries plus some nice "jazz" falsetto work in there on "Somewhere Here..." complete with a Milesy nod, noh wait, a Bottti nod.

plane ride = seriously!

make sure to keep picking off the "suckers". you know probably, but, say a stem is growing like you putting up three fingers - you pick the middle one out of the crotch of the stem. if you don't the plant will just get lanky and you'll have a quarter the fruit. that technique really blasts the energy (and makes your fingers black). and scuffle them weeds when it's hot and sunny too. we got no tomatoes where we are ... rock and acid soil don't make for perfection but do have some containers. them boys gotta be in dirt to be good IMO!

Indeed. I wonder if O'Donaghue was from around these parts. MG That bit was lifted from an entry into National Lampoon's "Encyclopedia of Humor" - accompanied by a pre-phhotoshopped one finger salute photo. Still have a copy from them high school days. After Lampoon Michael O'Donoghue became the first head writer for Saturday Night Live.