Judd Nelson Gettin' New Jacked
Bill Boggz. Bill Muthafukkin' Boggz.
And a bunch of chicks.
Are you surprised?
You shouldn't be. If you're familiar with his 1980 erotic novel At First Sight, you know that the Boggz-man is, to borrow a phrase from the inner city youth of 1994 and the suburban youth of three years later, a player. A dirty, nasty player. The Conrad Dobler of erotic novelists.
The Boggzinator is only one of the heroes up on the Astor Wall of Fame, although he is right near the top where he belongs. For a larger photo of the board itself, you can click here. I don't think anybody got any of them right.
My favorite is the buff guy who's seven foot ten. What kept this guy out of the NBA? He's ripped. And seven foot ten.
So it's going on 3am and we don't know if there's going to be a transit strike. Most bogus. Poor NY1 blew their entire 2006 production budget covering this event, and now it looks like they may have to sign off without a definitive answer.
3:05 am update. Strike is on, baby. Dean Meminger is all over the story.
And I have a mondo-importante week ahead of me at work. What fun!
Today's word in namedatlyric is
I
which leaves us with
If I
Are we getting closer? No? I was listening to this song today. It's a good song. You may or may not have heard it. Don't give it too much thought.
Apology of the day (potential new feature!): to my good friend who I saddled with a mean-spirited nickname back in like '92. I was a dick. You were kind of a dick, too. But I was a bigger dick and I apologize.
But you were definitely a dick as well. Let's call it even.
No? That's not good enough? You still wanna hold a grudge? Forget you, then. Apology rescinded.
And a bunch of chicks.
Are you surprised?
You shouldn't be. If you're familiar with his 1980 erotic novel At First Sight, you know that the Boggz-man is, to borrow a phrase from the inner city youth of 1994 and the suburban youth of three years later, a player. A dirty, nasty player. The Conrad Dobler of erotic novelists.
The Boggzinator is only one of the heroes up on the Astor Wall of Fame, although he is right near the top where he belongs. For a larger photo of the board itself, you can click here. I don't think anybody got any of them right.
My favorite is the buff guy who's seven foot ten. What kept this guy out of the NBA? He's ripped. And seven foot ten.
So it's going on 3am and we don't know if there's going to be a transit strike. Most bogus. Poor NY1 blew their entire 2006 production budget covering this event, and now it looks like they may have to sign off without a definitive answer.
3:05 am update. Strike is on, baby. Dean Meminger is all over the story.
And I have a mondo-importante week ahead of me at work. What fun!
Today's word in namedatlyric is
I
which leaves us with
If I
Are we getting closer? No? I was listening to this song today. It's a good song. You may or may not have heard it. Don't give it too much thought.
Apology of the day (potential new feature!): to my good friend who I saddled with a mean-spirited nickname back in like '92. I was a dick. You were kind of a dick, too. But I was a bigger dick and I apologize.
But you were definitely a dick as well. Let's call it even.
No? That's not good enough? You still wanna hold a grudge? Forget you, then. Apology rescinded.
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