Thursday, November 17, 2005
Thoughts before Evansville
Saw this tidbit in the NY Post's Page Six: Tara Reid, celebrating her 30th birthday in Miami, was "drinking straight from magnums of Champagne," says a spywitness. "By 4 a.m., she had to be carried out of the bar by her friends." Before her conspicuous exit, she told friends that she preserved her anonymity by using the alias "Stoli Summer" ...
Say it ain't so...
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(imagine it's a jock jams CD...) Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY! YOU PERV! Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY! YOU PERV! Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY!
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On that same note, here's a great line from Dave Attell: "Just once, I would like to read in the paper: 'Drunk Driver Hits Other Drunk Driver as Pedophile Dies of Shock'"
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And last, but certainly not least, is the story of Rhode Island's own Vinny Pazienza - former boxing champion, now just flat out broke.
Pazienza, er, "Paz" - yeah, he legally changed his last name. Not because it is Spanish for "peace," but because I fear he took too many jabs to the head to be able to spell P-A-Z-I-E-N-Z-A anymore.
Well, if you know RI and you know Vinny Paz, you'll also know the Italian slang term "cafone." In the Italian-American dictionary, there's a picture of this clown.
While a boxer, he dated wanna-be Playboy models and porn stars, drove around in his white Porsche, and overall acted like a, well, a cafone. A dickhead aglio oilo.
After retiring, he had a stint as a "celebrity host" at Foxwoods - more on that later - and then did some television. Neither panned out too well.
Since then, Vinny Paz has turned into a bit of a joke into himself. He racked up a few gambling debts (see: 300k at the Mirage alone..), a few arrests, and IIRC, got pulled over for a dewey or two in Rhody.
Anyways, he just declared bankruptcy, to help circumvent his gambling debts.
Like I mentioned to my man TP, back in the day, if you racked up 300k in markers in Vegas and didn't repay them in a timely fashion, two big guys who aren't related named Gino knocked on your door. They only knocked once.
Ah, how I long for the good ole days.
Enjoy - I'll be in Evansville, Indiana the next 36 hours. Pray for me.
One.
Say it ain't so...
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This list was sent in from another loyal reader. Thank you.
Click here: http://www.4q.cc/chuck/index.php?topthirty
And thank you too.
-----
(imagine it's a jock jams CD...) Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY! YOU PERV! Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY! YOU PERV! Da-nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...HEY!
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On that same note, here's a great line from Dave Attell: "Just once, I would like to read in the paper: 'Drunk Driver Hits Other Drunk Driver as Pedophile Dies of Shock'"
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And last, but certainly not least, is the story of Rhode Island's own Vinny Pazienza - former boxing champion, now just flat out broke.
Pazienza, er, "Paz" - yeah, he legally changed his last name. Not because it is Spanish for "peace," but because I fear he took too many jabs to the head to be able to spell P-A-Z-I-E-N-Z-A anymore.
Well, if you know RI and you know Vinny Paz, you'll also know the Italian slang term "cafone." In the Italian-American dictionary, there's a picture of this clown.
While a boxer, he dated wanna-be Playboy models and porn stars, drove around in his white Porsche, and overall acted like a, well, a cafone. A dickhead aglio oilo.
After retiring, he had a stint as a "celebrity host" at Foxwoods - more on that later - and then did some television. Neither panned out too well.
Since then, Vinny Paz has turned into a bit of a joke into himself. He racked up a few gambling debts (see: 300k at the Mirage alone..), a few arrests, and IIRC, got pulled over for a dewey or two in Rhody.
Anyways, he just declared bankruptcy, to help circumvent his gambling debts.
Like I mentioned to my man TP, back in the day, if you racked up 300k in markers in Vegas and didn't repay them in a timely fashion, two big guys who aren't related named Gino knocked on your door. They only knocked once.
Ah, how I long for the good ole days.
Enjoy - I'll be in Evansville, Indiana the next 36 hours. Pray for me.
One.
