freecounterpoint: Ferrari wins F1

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Ferrari wins F1

Who cares about anything else today?

11 comments:

Arelcao Akleos said...: Until I have the means to buy a Ferrari, I don't care about Ferrari. Just like with Paris Hilton.; 10/22/2007 1:07 AM
Mr roT said...: but you want both...; 10/22/2007 6:03 AM
Tecumseh said...: Who is Paris Hilton?; 10/22/2007 7:04 AM
My Frontier Thesis said...: Brazil: Easy women and fast cars? Literally a haven for JJ. At least one seems moderately affordable.; 10/22/2007 9:30 PM
Mr roT said...: Right, mft. You would run toward your truck and cowslop-spattered farmgirl before sullying yourself with lissome and luscious.; 10/22/2007 11:30 PM
Mr roT said...: IN the days of Saturn,2 I believe, Chastity still lingered on the earth, and was to be seen for a time--days when men were poorly housed in chilly caves, which under one common shelter enclosed hearth and household gods, herds and their owners; when the hill-bred wife spread her silvan bed with leaves and straw and the skins of her neighbours the wild beasts

2 i.e. in the golden days of innocence.

--a wife not like thee, O Cynthia,1 nor to thee, Lesbia,2 whose bright eyes were clouded by a sparrow's death, but one whose breasts gave suck to lusty babes, often more unkempt herself than her acorn-belching husband. For in those days, when the world was young and the skies were new, men born of the riven oak,3 or formed of dust, lived differently from now, and had no parents of their own. Under Jupiter, perchance, some few traces of ancient modesty may have survived; but that was before he had grown his beard, before the Greeks had learned to swear by someone else's head, when men feared not thieves for their cabbages or fruits, and lived with unwalled gardens. After that Astraea 4 withdrew by degrees to heaven, with Chastity as her comrade, the two sisters taking flight together.

Juvenal; 10/23/2007 12:03 AM
My Frontier Thesis said...: Now hear this, JJ: those northeastern Dakota women aren't to be messed with. While in Walhalla, North Dakota, a pregnant bar-tender (about 7 months by the size of her pouch) put two icy-cold Sam Adam's in my hand at 2-for-1 happy hour price: 2 bucks total! She even did it while smiling, and while keeping the motley assembly of local drunkards and migrant workers bellied up to the bar in line. The pregnant girl who waited on me in Cavalier, North Dakota, however, had one black and blue eye. I shuddered, hoping it was a farm injury and not from her "significant" other. The American countryside is a rough place, fellahs.; 10/23/2007 12:03 AM
Mr roT said...: Funny, mft, this brings up our mutual hatred of Rousseau. What do you think?; 10/23/2007 12:04 AM
Mr roT said...: Your bar story is as good as Juvenal's. Care to write it up a bit better?; 10/23/2007 12:05 AM
My Frontier Thesis said...: Well, to delve a little further (I was planning on writing in the journal this evening, but I suppose this passes as well):

Jackson's Bar, Walhalla, North Dakota. Swearing is a must: "Fuck you you fucking cocksucker!" Hearty laughter. At the time of my visit, a front entry screen door protected us patrons from the autumn elements. According to the U.S. Census, Walhalla touted 1,057 souls as of 2000AD. It rests just along a geological escarpment known as the "Pembina Gorge," just before the big plunge into the fertile Red River Valley. It was surprising to see they had Sam Adam's on tap in tiny Walhalla. As AI has mentioned time and again, shitty pisswater light beer is what too many Dakotans often gulp down, without question. Back to Jackson's Bar: I purchased a $10 shirt. The pregnant bartendess smiled at me when I told her she was sweet for allowing a 38 minute post-Happy Hour grace period for my co-worker and I (it was 7:38pm when we ordered). Unfortunately, data collection was limited as my co-worker had finished a long week of guard duty before returning to his archaeological station.

If you're in Cavalier, North Dakota (this town touting a total of 3 bars and 1,537 souls), try "Ugly's" just north of the Cedar Inn. A bachelorette party was in full swing. I sipped on Knob Creek, this only after given a confused look for initially requesting a Jameson whiskey. A bartender lifted her shirt and exposed herself briefly while Prince's "Pussy Control" thumped through the subwoofers, and the bachelorette cohort gyrated on the dance floor. Upon entry to these bars, remember to steel your nerves: you'll definitely encounter the small town North Dakota stare. AA has experienced this before during his I-94 trek through Dakota Territory from Minneapolis to Bozeman.

The next morning we decided on visiting the Chuck Wagon for breakfast before leaving town. A late-teenage pregnant woman (black and blue eye and all) smiled as we entered the establishment. I'm saddened by the idea that Cavalier, North Dakota, might be the only portion of the world she ever knows. I tipped heavy that morning. The service was great.; 10/23/2007 12:21 AM
Mr roT said...: A gentleman and a motley fool.; 10/23/2007 10:45 PM