Saturday, March 30, 2024

Reason number 57 why New Jersey sucks...

 I hate to talk ill of my birthplace, but if it didn't suck 
I'd still be living there and wouldn't have a palm tree 
in each of front and back yards...  
 
 
New Jersey, a state that enjoys roughly 130 miles of shorline, is just about the only state in the whole country that charges you to go on the beach. 
Actually, it's not the state that does it, it's the local municipalities that do. Atlantic City and the Wildwoods beaches are free, but in other towns along the coast, a seasonal/resident badge can go for as much as $ 115.00 and a day-tripper badge for out-of-towners (we usta call 'em 'Bennies) can cost as much as $ 12.00. What a rip.
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What are you listening to?
The Who.
Who?
Yes.
You're listening to Yes?
No, The Who.
Oh - I like them.
No not Them. The band is The Who.
The Band?
Yes.
Don't start that again...
 
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There is one good thing that Jersey has that I really do miss like 
nobody's business. A good, crusty hard roll with sweet butter. 
The bread here in Florida is baked for people with no teeth.
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Say what you will about the Brits, but those people do know how to throw crazy-kinda parties. If you think back, the 'Mods' were popular well before hippies and skinheads and were at their height some time around when Beatlemania exploded. Even though the fad didn't last that long, it musta been fun to be around back then. There's a cool article that companies this headline here.
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The smirk on his face says it all...
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Remember when you used to tease and beat the crap out of the science nerds back in High School? Yeah, well guess what. They all grew up to do cool, crazy shit like this and I betcha they make a shitload of quan doing it. Read this article - it has a short video in it that likda explains why it might actuall be pretty cool to be a geek these days.
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Maybe that's problem.
Nobody drinks Rheingold anymore.
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Someone you know has a birthday
or anniversary coming up.
She'd probably love to have this...
 
Click on the picture for more information on this bracelet.
It's only $ 48.00 and that includes free shipping!
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 Can  you imagine what it must feel like to some 
towel-headed Afghan mujahadeen when he sees one 
of these nasty-ass motherfuckers heading directly 
towards his cave? That is one seriously
bad-ass fighting machine.
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6 comments:

  1. Worked with a guy who was a US Navy sailor on shore leave in Britain when the Beatles were first becoming popular. Ended up in a party where the Beatles had shown up. From what he described then, yes, they did now how to throw one over there.

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  2. We sat in our backyard in NC when we had the last total eclipse. The animals shut down just like they do at night. In the course of ~5 minutes, they went from full on day activity, to dusk activity, to shut down for the night and back to next day activity. It was cool to watch/listen to.

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  3. That hawg pic is backwards…and the whole Pave Penny pylon is missing unless the system’s been removed since I last wrenched on them.

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  4. You're absolutely right about the hard rolls in Jersey! A roll-and-butter ( NOT a "buttered roll" for you non-Jersey Philistines ! ) is the breakfast I grew up eating , although I prefer salted butter to sweet .
    And don't get me started on the joys of Taylor Ham on a hard roll !

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  5. As to your comments about New Jersey... I was stationed at Fort Monmouth twice in the mid '60s. Hated it so bad that on the 2nd time I volunteered for Vietnam. Long story but I finally got there and never looked back. Did 2-1/2 years over two tours and never regretted one damn day. Door Gunner of a UH-1 B-model gunship. Fuck New Jersey!

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  6. The closest thing to a real Italian hard roll in Florida is authentic cuban bread like you will find in Tampa from El Segundo, Casino, etc. NOT that grocery store bakery so-called cuban bread with a texture like Wonder bread.

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