Mullinator sez:
Can I join?? I feel slighted… sniffle sob ::running over to cry on Shirley’s shoulder::
Oh, yeah, you’re speaking of Eagle Provisions. I know it well.
The boys at Eagle definitely make the best Polish sausage in the five boroughs…but it is mere belly-fodder, ballast for a stevedore, compared to the sublime kielbasas available in the great Midwestern capitals.
Sausages bring out the poet in me. Don’t get me started on bratwurst.
Uke
Mel, you don’t remember the singing? YOU offered to take the High Tenor…with me on Melody, manhattan as Baritone, and Alphagene on Bass.
There was also some scatting, as I recall, on Charlie Parker’s “Blues for Alice.”
Memory…slowly…coming…back…
Oh, yeah! Weird. Thanks for screwing my brain back on.
I suppose that’s one of the signs of an alcoholic.
Well, folks, it’s time.
I’m off to beautiful and historic Newark Airport to see what the folks at Continental can do about flying me to Vegas.
Don’t know if I’ll get much on-line time there, so I’ll post to you when I get back.
P.S. If you read about a Continental Air crash tonight, you’ll know that I’m not going to lose a lot of money at the tables.
Livin’ on Tums, Vitamin E and Rogaine
Sausage poetry? You asked for it Uke.
Wurst Sonnet
This eve dispels the winter’s chilly curse,
The moon’s thin curve might bring on thoughts of spring,
If only I could rid my thoughts of Wurst,
The best of commerce to the list I’d bring.
Confused so I cannot help but think,
The stuffing of my mind extends its casing,
And filling swells it to the bursting brink,
Relief I’ll seek in some poetic tracing.
To rid myself of dreams of links and meat
Fly fishing thoughts I’ll let my brain massage,
But just as tuboid images retreat
In flows the smell of tempting, hot sausage
Undone am I by puns 'bout this and that
Guess I’ll give in and have another brat.
“The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.” - Humphrey Bogart
YES! 5 drunk New Yorkers got to talk about me! YESS!
“I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.”-- Calvin and Hobbes
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wait, make that 4 drunk new yorkers, and a sober tea drinker…
“I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.”-- Calvin and Hobbes
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Wow… from now on anyone who is upset that they weren’t on the list is going to get the following knee-jerk response.
“Oh! Right! We forgot to put you on the list, ____________. We discussed your sharp wit, excellent grammar and sexual prowess at length.”
The goal was not to make people feel excluded, but to make people lose hours – even days – of sleep worrying about what exactly Alphagene thinks of them. Which I know you all are doing.
“The world ends when I die. And as far as I’m concerned, the rest of the universe might as well call it a day too.” – Matt Groening
Sure thing Falcon, you can join the gang. I’ll definitely take you under my wing.
Yes, the weather is the same up here. Yes, I play basketball. No, never heard a tall joke before. Aaaargh.
Dang it Alpha, I can’t go more than a couple of decades without someone discussing my sexual prowess. For those who are wondering I am indeed a legend in my own mind. Everything you have heard is likely true and a few things that you haven’t heard are definitely true. It’s that Star Trek thing isn’t it. Chicks find us so sexy.
Oh well, now that the cat is out of the bag. I guess there is no hiding any longer. However, I am unavailable for the next 90 years or so, since I am indeed happily married.
Sorry gals.
Jeffery
===sigh=== That’s OK… Nobody ever talks about me… why should you guys be any different.
Eeyore, the stealth poster.
Actually, Frank, we DID mention you…Melanie and I got onto the Grateful Dead, and that Dead Thread you started a few weeks back.
While the two of us were wrestling, spitting, and biting under the table, I could hear Alpha, manny, and Flora up topside, deep in discussion of the length and circumference of your…there’s that damned phone again.
Uke
Enough people from this board are fascinated by my sexual prowess already, so I don’t mind not being included in this list this time 
And I ain’t kiddin’ either.
“Well, roll me in eggs and flour and bake me for forty minutes!”
You know, actually, I think the most interesting topic of conversation was about Manhattan and his survival of that plane crash. As I recall, his story was very, very similar to the book Alive. Now that he’s on vacation, we can dish about him. Also, I hope I wasn’t suppose to mention this topic.
Yeah, the fight about the Grateful Dead was pretty brutal - I’m still nursing this shiner - thanks, Uke!
P.S. I got that job! I’m movin’ on up to 27!
Well, manhattan’s a modest chap, so maybe he’ll be embarrassed to have the story get out…but I, too, was thrilled at the image of him single-handedly lifting the twisted fusilage from the huddled shivering forms of the inmates of St. Sebastian’s Home for Orphans.
And his recipe for Orphan Thermidor…exquisite!
Oh, great folks, now the Lion is freaked out about trying to meet the Houston posters. He figures if he may have been bashed by a bunch of New Yorkers he won’t stand a chance here at home.
Ayesha - Lioness
You sound reasonable. Must be time to up my medication.
Uke, since you like sausage so much, maybe you can get his recipe for orphanwurst gravy, served over ragamuffins of course.
“The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.” - Humphrey Bogart
Unc, I do know that to make orphanwurst properly, the orphans must first be ground.
And the only way to grind widows and orphans is under one’s heel.
Unfortunately, there are so few Republicans in New York City that decent orphanwurst is difficult to come by [sigh].
Hey Uke, how’d ya like the Wurst Sonnet? I see it’s here now. I posted it yesterday during while I was having trouble with the MB and thought it got lost.
“The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.” - Humphrey Bogart