my little grandson is going to be a comedian when he grows up...shades of billie crystal in the crowds at his burpday...looking on, funny how comedians make you see the humor of things...but never crystalize into absolute seriousness...althoughtheyalwaysarethat...
I should think, with my back aching the weight it doze..dog snoring up a pile of logs by my feet...curtains drawn though morning light is attempting to interface with the lamp on the cute little dropleaf table next to me...rattling snore of the animal who is pretty cute pugnacious EUGENE...named for Ken Kesey's rattlegrounds...we wubbed him..
supposed to be writing this in a certain manner - my challenge..was about the kiddo being a comedian someday...oh he will..the energy is there and he will need it with his father and mother being the conscientious young adults they are...always giving in at the very last moment, letting poor baby scream his lungs out at bedtime "I DON"T WANT TO DO THIS I"M NOT TIRED DAMN YOU ALL!!!' until he gives up...gibbs up...and floats off into the astral plane for about two hours at which point parents have circumscribed their guilt at letting him tear his lungs up shouting at them and have foisted themselves into their bed doing whatever young parents do in the meantime and have entered phase ONEREM...there he goes again YOWL>>>and they don't bother with the schematics of waht they were about before when they first put him down...there's the key probably 'put him down''/./..you're going to bed young man...you've had it/interpret/i've had it with you and your helplessness I need a leetle break from all the chores of assisting you to your physical independence of me and anyone else who might get to change your pants or pick you up...
so he waits with trembling score in hand..the mad jockey and when REM is achieved in both parental guys...YOWL..and waht do they do...
they pad into his room..shuffle shuffle..yawn...groan..cummhere buddy
pick the little dude up out of his crib..KRIB..hoist him on their shoulder and shuffle off to buffalo (there bed)..where he sleeps the rest of the night secure in the knowledge he RULES THE F'n universe...
and how to interject into this sequence the ability to provide comedic relief to the rest of the world..in due time?
easily...granddmere was onboard for several nights of his repetitive, controlling routine wherein folks are down with him schlepping in and hoisting him on their shoulders tossing him inbetween them for a goodnights' sleep all around...grandmere goes, eh...this is how it is eh buddy? well, we'll go see the boogerfactory supervisor about this one...since you is such a goodlittle kid...(dog raises his head and goes yeah, she's on it, she's on it, she's on it...though he's so tired of the mess)...human kind..
so..fra materI defines the process right here a=b=c or depreviation at bedtime of comforting stories, rocking, singing...the best jokes...ok that would be it...the best jokes
vinnie and luigi live in the brooklyn heights neighborhood where aunts sis and betty once dwelt...vinnie is in technical vocation school 'i'm technically getting a vocation...but I ain't gonna be no priest'..he tells the gurls...
luigi is apprenticed to his Uncle Batosi..who is the worlds formost pizza dough man in the immediate vicinity and luigi has a thing for twirling pizza dough...
luigi and vinnie both went to st thomas aquinas (probably made up this part but sufficient we have the same religious backgrounds..)and have been the best of friends since kindigarden..
luigi 'twirled a twoyarder today'
vinnie 'no way..what on it?
luigi 'usual, pepperoni s'all'
vinnie 'save a piece?"
luigi 'you kiddin' batosi..eh..giveyaafingenail furst'..
vinnie'gross man..nuttin for da boys?
luici 'oh yeah, he said stuff this in your fat little face you greedy monster
luigi pulls out a parchment paper containing a lucious morsel of batosi's more elegant cheese/tomato sauce concoctions and stuffs it in vinnie's open mouth
vinne 'what is that, it's great...oh man...chewing..it's totally wonderful..I should b e a food credit..this food is E.X.C.E.L.L.E.N.T..spelling it out
luigi..I threw in some fresh basil..a little snip of Patsi's rosemary..a diced trimani salami..olives from you know where..grated romano out of batosi's goat
vinnie..no way the goat again
luigi yep..
vinnie..well then..it's truly great..it is it is I love it..tell him put it on the menu NOW
luigi..he's thinking of calling it 'Luigi's One and Only'..
vinnie..ah, you're still on about Carmella Pennascotti?
luigi...my eyes adore her..but I wouldn't lay on hand on her with Big Marky running around
vinnie...hurts, daolderbrudder syndrome
luigi...sighs loudly and kicks a pop cap into the street
vinnie..hang in there man, I think she likes you
luigi..I think so too, but the big brother thing..it's not good
vinnie...maybe I talk to him, see what he thinks of you..you could take her to the movies..he could jump off the bridge, hehe, elbows luigi luigi smiles a bit
luigi..I made a stupid pizza with her face, strings of mozzarella for hair..pepperoni lips...black olive eyebrows...tomato slice cheeks..Uncle Batsoi looks at it..he goes..'what we doing SEsame Street lives now?'...I got all sad then and baked it on 425 for ten minutes and sent it to her..took it out of my pay..twelve dollars..signed the box 'courtesy of the Brooklyn Transit authority' and gomo delivered for me..it was really hot when he got there he said..how DUMB am I?'
vinnie...pretty dumb, for twelve dollars and no date, still, a girl's gotta eat...she datin' anyone else you think?
luigi..nah..according to Gomo no other clowns in the town...
vinnie..what she do? go to school?
luigi..she's at some art school downtown doing design somebody told me...classes every day..walks out the door with a big drawing envelope with a zipper..keeps her stuff in there..
vinnie..you watch her do that?
luigi? huh? me? ...well, I borrowed Tatiana's Civic and I was parked up the block one day, just because
vinnie elbows him again...just because you're a nard..punches him in the arm
luigi punches him back...watch it boy...no more pizza for the slugger...hits vinnie in the arm
vinnie..well, I gotta get back to Mama's...we're going to hang the bigscreen...can't wait to watch the game on that beauty..
luigi..see ya man..later...hang out on the corner/
vinnie...just like our dads bro...just like our dads
scene fades...and it's much better than sadder day Knight LIBe
I should think, with my back aching the weight it doze..dog snoring up a pile of logs by my feet...curtains drawn though morning light is attempting to interface with the lamp on the cute little dropleaf table next to me...rattling snore of the animal who is pretty cute pugnacious EUGENE...named for Ken Kesey's rattlegrounds...we wubbed him..
supposed to be writing this in a certain manner - my challenge..was about the kiddo being a comedian someday...oh he will..the energy is there and he will need it with his father and mother being the conscientious young adults they are...always giving in at the very last moment, letting poor baby scream his lungs out at bedtime "I DON"T WANT TO DO THIS I"M NOT TIRED DAMN YOU ALL!!!' until he gives up...gibbs up...and floats off into the astral plane for about two hours at which point parents have circumscribed their guilt at letting him tear his lungs up shouting at them and have foisted themselves into their bed doing whatever young parents do in the meantime and have entered phase ONEREM...there he goes again YOWL>>>and they don't bother with the schematics of waht they were about before when they first put him down...there's the key probably 'put him down''/./..you're going to bed young man...you've had it/interpret/i've had it with you and your helplessness I need a leetle break from all the chores of assisting you to your physical independence of me and anyone else who might get to change your pants or pick you up...
so he waits with trembling score in hand..the mad jockey and when REM is achieved in both parental guys...YOWL..and waht do they do...
they pad into his room..shuffle shuffle..yawn...groan..cummhere buddy
pick the little dude up out of his crib..KRIB..hoist him on their shoulder and shuffle off to buffalo (there bed)..where he sleeps the rest of the night secure in the knowledge he RULES THE F'n universe...
and how to interject into this sequence the ability to provide comedic relief to the rest of the world..in due time?
easily...granddmere was onboard for several nights of his repetitive, controlling routine wherein folks are down with him schlepping in and hoisting him on their shoulders tossing him inbetween them for a goodnights' sleep all around...grandmere goes, eh...this is how it is eh buddy? well, we'll go see the boogerfactory supervisor about this one...since you is such a goodlittle kid...(dog raises his head and goes yeah, she's on it, she's on it, she's on it...though he's so tired of the mess)...human kind..
so..fra materI defines the process right here a=b=c or depreviation at bedtime of comforting stories, rocking, singing...the best jokes...ok that would be it...the best jokes
vinnie and luigi live in the brooklyn heights neighborhood where aunts sis and betty once dwelt...vinnie is in technical vocation school 'i'm technically getting a vocation...but I ain't gonna be no priest'..he tells the gurls...
luigi is apprenticed to his Uncle Batosi..who is the worlds formost pizza dough man in the immediate vicinity and luigi has a thing for twirling pizza dough...
luigi and vinnie both went to st thomas aquinas (probably made up this part but sufficient we have the same religious backgrounds..)and have been the best of friends since kindigarden..
luigi 'twirled a twoyarder today'
vinnie 'no way..what on it?
luigi 'usual, pepperoni s'all'
vinnie 'save a piece?"
luigi 'you kiddin' batosi..eh..giveyaafingenail furst'..
vinnie'gross man..nuttin for da boys?
luici 'oh yeah, he said stuff this in your fat little face you greedy monster
luigi pulls out a parchment paper containing a lucious morsel of batosi's more elegant cheese/tomato sauce concoctions and stuffs it in vinnie's open mouth
vinne 'what is that, it's great...oh man...chewing..it's totally wonderful..I should b e a food credit..this food is E.X.C.E.L.L.E.N.T..spelling it out
luigi..I threw in some fresh basil..a little snip of Patsi's rosemary..a diced trimani salami..olives from you know where..grated romano out of batosi's goat
vinnie..no way the goat again
luigi yep..
vinnie..well then..it's truly great..it is it is I love it..tell him put it on the menu NOW
luigi..he's thinking of calling it 'Luigi's One and Only'..
vinnie..ah, you're still on about Carmella Pennascotti?
luigi...my eyes adore her..but I wouldn't lay on hand on her with Big Marky running around
vinnie...hurts, daolderbrudder syndrome
luigi...sighs loudly and kicks a pop cap into the street
vinnie..hang in there man, I think she likes you
luigi..I think so too, but the big brother thing..it's not good
vinnie...maybe I talk to him, see what he thinks of you..you could take her to the movies..he could jump off the bridge, hehe, elbows luigi luigi smiles a bit
luigi..I made a stupid pizza with her face, strings of mozzarella for hair..pepperoni lips...black olive eyebrows...tomato slice cheeks..Uncle Batsoi looks at it..he goes..'what we doing SEsame Street lives now?'...I got all sad then and baked it on 425 for ten minutes and sent it to her..took it out of my pay..twelve dollars..signed the box 'courtesy of the Brooklyn Transit authority' and gomo delivered for me..it was really hot when he got there he said..how DUMB am I?'
vinnie...pretty dumb, for twelve dollars and no date, still, a girl's gotta eat...she datin' anyone else you think?
luigi..nah..according to Gomo no other clowns in the town...
vinnie..what she do? go to school?
luigi..she's at some art school downtown doing design somebody told me...classes every day..walks out the door with a big drawing envelope with a zipper..keeps her stuff in there..
vinnie..you watch her do that?
luigi? huh? me? ...well, I borrowed Tatiana's Civic and I was parked up the block one day, just because
vinnie elbows him again...just because you're a nard..punches him in the arm
luigi punches him back...watch it boy...no more pizza for the slugger...hits vinnie in the arm
vinnie..well, I gotta get back to Mama's...we're going to hang the bigscreen...can't wait to watch the game on that beauty..
luigi..see ya man..later...hang out on the corner/
vinnie...just like our dads bro...just like our dads
scene fades...and it's much better than sadder day Knight LIBe
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