Whitee - Purveyor of Fine Beats...Provider of Lyrical Treats
Music, culture & politics. We'll also update Whitee's recording progress.Sunday, April 09, 2006
I know...I know...I haven't been around much. Nothing overtly political today, just a story from my weekend and gratuitous skin. (let's see if we can get some traffic here)
I was in New Jersey over the weekend and I was a bad Green. I went to a restaurant that is the haven for gluttony. I think it's called Anthony's, but we refer to it as IHOM...The International House of Meat. I'm not lying...on the menu is the main choice...Steak. That's it. It just says "Steak". They don't play around with different cuts and spices and all that junk. You just get a big ass steak. And that's the regular one. It's 24 freakin ounces. Then they have the 48 ounce one. I'd only order that if I didn't have a way home and I needed to ride it out.
Now, I have to admit, I ate it all, including the potatoes. But it was 9:00 at night and the only thing I had to eat all day was Danish Kringle (don't ask). I felt like the worst Green in the world, but damn that was a good steak. Not something I eat often.
Needless to say, there weren't many skinny people in this place. I mean, it was the real life version of the Hungry Heffer from Cheers. I'm going to have a salad for dinner tonight - part for pennance, part for digestive health. Oy.
OK...it's been a little while since I've done this. I've checked the stats in terms of who comes to the website. I don't get names, but a lot of times I can find out the site you were at just before you got here. Isn't the internet a wonderfully creepy thing. And while there are still too many of you sick fuckers searching for "sexmom" on google, when I throw up pictures of volleyball porn...I mean players and that Ping Pong chick, Biba, you horny geeks come in droves. So here we go.
I can't find this picture in the other angle that made it look like something from Sapphic Erotica but this will do. From the last Summer Olympics, Misty May & Kerri Walsh...enjoy.
And if you've gotten your beach towel & lotion out on the living room floor, here is a blog with just pictures of them. Good Googly Moogly. Life, please....
Alright, alright. Don't think I forgot about all you table tennis freaks. Here you go:
How's that, boys?
We'll get into the serious next time.
I was in New Jersey over the weekend and I was a bad Green. I went to a restaurant that is the haven for gluttony. I think it's called Anthony's, but we refer to it as IHOM...The International House of Meat. I'm not lying...on the menu is the main choice...Steak. That's it. It just says "Steak". They don't play around with different cuts and spices and all that junk. You just get a big ass steak. And that's the regular one. It's 24 freakin ounces. Then they have the 48 ounce one. I'd only order that if I didn't have a way home and I needed to ride it out.
Now, I have to admit, I ate it all, including the potatoes. But it was 9:00 at night and the only thing I had to eat all day was Danish Kringle (don't ask). I felt like the worst Green in the world, but damn that was a good steak. Not something I eat often.
Needless to say, there weren't many skinny people in this place. I mean, it was the real life version of the Hungry Heffer from Cheers. I'm going to have a salad for dinner tonight - part for pennance, part for digestive health. Oy.
OK...it's been a little while since I've done this. I've checked the stats in terms of who comes to the website. I don't get names, but a lot of times I can find out the site you were at just before you got here. Isn't the internet a wonderfully creepy thing. And while there are still too many of you sick fuckers searching for "sexmom" on google, when I throw up pictures of volleyball porn...I mean players and that Ping Pong chick, Biba, you horny geeks come in droves. So here we go.
I can't find this picture in the other angle that made it look like something from Sapphic Erotica but this will do. From the last Summer Olympics, Misty May & Kerri Walsh...enjoy.
And if you've gotten your beach towel & lotion out on the living room floor, here is a blog with just pictures of them. Good Googly Moogly. Life, please....
Alright, alright. Don't think I forgot about all you table tennis freaks. Here you go:
How's that, boys?
We'll get into the serious next time.
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