From 2008, A Bagwine homage to Big E's Birthday...
Ohhhh, Mama...The King of Bagwine is in the House, Bitches!!
Let Me Heat Up Your Pot and Toss My Angry Clam in There
Clambake Baby!!
Happy Birthday Elvis.
Cheers!!
Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Clambakin' Is Not Just a Party...It's a Lifestyle
Recently I have kicked my ass into gear as far as getting my act together…my comedy act, that is.
I have been spending about an hour a day going through my 1,400+ posts in order to take the funniest stuff and blend it into a funny, coherent 60-90 minute routine that I can do on stage.
As I go back and read what I have posted since May of 2006, I have come across some entries that are crap. But…
I have also come across quite a few things that have made me laugh out loud, and many things that are downright disturbing.
Some posts have actually managed to achieve that golden quality of doing both at the same time. I came across such a post Monday.
The following pictures come from May of 2008 when I was still doing a thing called Half Nekkid Thursday.
I did a half nekkid pictorial tribute to that King of Rock ‘n’ Roll and walking pharmaceutical counter, Elvis Presley.
Please join me in delighting in this soft porn tribute to Elvis and my favorite movie that he did...Clambake!!
I have been spending about an hour a day going through my 1,400+ posts in order to take the funniest stuff and blend it into a funny, coherent 60-90 minute routine that I can do on stage.
As I go back and read what I have posted since May of 2006, I have come across some entries that are crap. But…
I have also come across quite a few things that have made me laugh out loud, and many things that are downright disturbing.
Some posts have actually managed to achieve that golden quality of doing both at the same time. I came across such a post Monday.
The following pictures come from May of 2008 when I was still doing a thing called Half Nekkid Thursday.
I did a half nekkid pictorial tribute to that King of Rock ‘n’ Roll and walking pharmaceutical counter, Elvis Presley.
Please join me in delighting in this soft porn tribute to Elvis and my favorite movie that he did...Clambake!!
Whoa Mama…Think I look good like this? How ’bouts I get to Clambakin’?
Yeah that’s more like it, Bitches. The King Lives in me and my clam is hungry!!
Sing it, Big E!!
Enjoy your Tuesday, all.
Cheers!!
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Michael Jackson Memorial Service: A Portrait of Greed
It’s Tuesday July 7th, 2009 and if it’s Tuesday July 7th, 2009 it’s…
Wall-to-Wall Coverage of the Michael Jackson Memorial Service© Sponsored by Joe Jackson ™, Coming to Ya Live from the Staples Center® in Los Anguhleez, Caleeforneeuh!!
Boy Howdy!!
I’m just glad that I listen to talk radio during the day before I go to work, because to watch Michael Jackson being lionized, canonized, and eulogized all day on TV by people who have nothing but dollar signs in their heads, would be nausea inducing.
Jackson was on one level an eccentric and uber-talented entertainer…and on another level, other than in the terms and conditions of our legal system, an emaciated, drug and alcohol addicted child molester.
In life as well as in death, Jackson is a figure that is both sad and lamentable. He was the personification of Dorian Gray’s picture.
The difference is that, while portraits and videos of Jackson will forever show him to be a performer of infinite artistry and talent, Jackson himself had devolved into a macabre and disconsolate shell of a man.
And ironically, while Dorian Gray used others in order to secure his eternal future, in Jackson’s death, others are using the memory of Michael Jackson in order to secure their financial future here on Earth.
The ugliness of unbridled greed and opportunism has already reared its ugly head in the wake of Jackson’s demise.
While father, Joe Jackson “mourns” his son’s death, he speaks of a concert tour and a new record label that he is developing.
Spiritual svengali and race baiting charlatan Rev. Al Sharpton, has dirtied the time of mourning by claiming that Jackson’s death has been treated negatively by the media because he was a black man.
Sharpton claims that Elvis and Sinatra were never treated poorly in death like Jackson because well, Elvis and Sinatra were white.
Are you kidding me?
Elvis’ drug addiction was and has been well covered. Sinatra? Okay not so much, but other than providing a subplot for the movie, The Godfather, what the hell did Frankie do?
The issues with Jackson’s alleged child molestation, hanging his kid out the window, and his penchant for bodily reengineering are part of him, and in his later years defined him.
It’s part of who he was, get over it, Crazy (Like a Fox) Al. But…I know Al won’t get over it. You know why?
Because Sharpton can get some face time and make a few bucks off of Jackson’s death…just like Papa Joe is doing and will continue to do.
In fact, I think those two drips of taint sweat ought to think big, and postulate beyond a mere Jackson family tour in honor of Michael.
They could put together a concert tour that encompasses the best of several deceased musicians.
The show could consist of The Jackson Four, The Carpenter, The Righteous Brother, The Mama, and to really bring the house down, The Fab Two.
Al and Joe could call it the, “Living Off the Dead Tour”.
Hell yeah, Bitches!! I smell the aroma of some pecuniary possibilities in the simmering of that idea.
Of course, I am probably a day late and a dollar short, because I’m sure that Al and Joe have already thought of that.
For those who loved and/or idolized Michael Jackson in spite of his warts, peculiarities, and troubling proclivities, today’s service will be a time of sadness.
I am not one of those who loved Jackson, or one who enjoyed his music, but, I will feel a sense of sadness.
My sadness, however, will come later when I see parasites like Al Sharpton and Joe Jackson feeding off of the talent and memory of Michael Jackson.
But there is some solace…
Somewhere, hung upon a cloistered wall, there are portraits of Shaprton, Papa Joe, and others like them…and those portraits?
Those portraits are more in keeping with the picture of Dorian Gray.
Cheers!!
Wall-to-Wall Coverage of the Michael Jackson Memorial Service© Sponsored by Joe Jackson ™, Coming to Ya Live from the Staples Center® in Los Anguhleez, Caleeforneeuh!!
Boy Howdy!!I’m just glad that I listen to talk radio during the day before I go to work, because to watch Michael Jackson being lionized, canonized, and eulogized all day on TV by people who have nothing but dollar signs in their heads, would be nausea inducing.
Jackson was on one level an eccentric and uber-talented entertainer…and on another level, other than in the terms and conditions of our legal system, an emaciated, drug and alcohol addicted child molester.
In life as well as in death, Jackson is a figure that is both sad and lamentable. He was the personification of Dorian Gray’s picture.
The difference is that, while portraits and videos of Jackson will forever show him to be a performer of infinite artistry and talent, Jackson himself had devolved into a macabre and disconsolate shell of a man.
And ironically, while Dorian Gray used others in order to secure his eternal future, in Jackson’s death, others are using the memory of Michael Jackson in order to secure their financial future here on Earth.
The ugliness of unbridled greed and opportunism has already reared its ugly head in the wake of Jackson’s demise.
While father, Joe Jackson “mourns” his son’s death, he speaks of a concert tour and a new record label that he is developing.
Spiritual svengali and race baiting charlatan Rev. Al Sharpton, has dirtied the time of mourning by claiming that Jackson’s death has been treated negatively by the media because he was a black man.
Sharpton claims that Elvis and Sinatra were never treated poorly in death like Jackson because well, Elvis and Sinatra were white.Are you kidding me?
Elvis’ drug addiction was and has been well covered. Sinatra? Okay not so much, but other than providing a subplot for the movie, The Godfather, what the hell did Frankie do?
The issues with Jackson’s alleged child molestation, hanging his kid out the window, and his penchant for bodily reengineering are part of him, and in his later years defined him.
It’s part of who he was, get over it, Crazy (Like a Fox) Al. But…I know Al won’t get over it. You know why?
Because Sharpton can get some face time and make a few bucks off of Jackson’s death…just like Papa Joe is doing and will continue to do.
In fact, I think those two drips of taint sweat ought to think big, and postulate beyond a mere Jackson family tour in honor of Michael.
They could put together a concert tour that encompasses the best of several deceased musicians.
The show could consist of The Jackson Four, The Carpenter, The Righteous Brother, The Mama, and to really bring the house down, The Fab Two.
Al and Joe could call it the, “Living Off the Dead Tour”.
Hell yeah, Bitches!! I smell the aroma of some pecuniary possibilities in the simmering of that idea.
Of course, I am probably a day late and a dollar short, because I’m sure that Al and Joe have already thought of that.
For those who loved and/or idolized Michael Jackson in spite of his warts, peculiarities, and troubling proclivities, today’s service will be a time of sadness.I am not one of those who loved Jackson, or one who enjoyed his music, but, I will feel a sense of sadness.
My sadness, however, will come later when I see parasites like Al Sharpton and Joe Jackson feeding off of the talent and memory of Michael Jackson.
But there is some solace…
Somewhere, hung upon a cloistered wall, there are portraits of Shaprton, Papa Joe, and others like them…and those portraits?
Those portraits are more in keeping with the picture of Dorian Gray.
Cheers!!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Streaming Friday!!
It’s Stream of Consciousness Friiiiiiday so melt my core and fill me with helium because I feel like a lead balloon..The day is gray and so is my tongue. I really need to quit smoking.
My big toe hurts, no not that one, the other one. Yeah, that one.
I have to work 5-9 tonight. Friday nights are pretty decent to work.
Last Friday I got 18 dollars in tips, phone numbers from two chicks, and a loving gaze from a gay man who obviously has impeccable taste.
I am off tomorrow, but unfortunately I think I am laying down a truck load of mulch.
Ironic, putting down yards of mulch at a house in which I no longer live. I care to a fault.
My right nipple is hard and yet the left one is not. Is that normal? Am I normal? Hmmmmm.
I got an email from an old girlfriend the other day. She told me that I am lame. Ahhhh, it was like old times. Thanks Sherri!!
My son and I are having a Batting Cage challenge soon. I think I can take him in spite of my advanced years.
I’ll use a corked bat. I wonder if I could cork my wee wee? Y’know provide myself with a little extra “pop”.
I have Elvis songs going through my head ever since I posted that HNT picture yesterday.
I keep picturing myself naked as I sing, “In the Ghetto”. Wow, that is a disturbing image…And his mama criiiiied.
I need to come up with an Inky and Lola for tomorrow. They have been a couple of slackers of late, but man, Lola does have great tits.
I am starting to feel better now. This stream has really been quite cathartic. I like that word, “cathartic”.
Cuhhhhhh-Tharrrrrr-Tic, c’mon say it with me. Cuhhhh-Tharrrr-Tic. Ahhhh, feel better?
Okay, my stream is running dry now. I guess I’ll just hang out and read some blogs now.
Have a wonderful Friday all, and a great weekend.
I wish you all a fun-filled two days full of ice cold libation and steamy, hot sex.
I’ll have plenty of libation, but alas Aunt Flo is visiting, so no sex for me this weekend. Unless, I get lucky at work tonight.
I wonder what that gay guy is doing?
Cheers!!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Half Nekkid Thursday: Let's Clambake, Baby
Ohhhh, Mama...The King of Bagwine is in the House, Bitches!!
Let Me Heat Up Your Pot and Toss My Angry Clam in There
Clambake Baby!!
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday
Do yourself a favor and make life a beach this weekend.
Cheers!!
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