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General Category => Huh? => Topic started by: ChrisSmolinski on September 03, 2016, 2012 UTC

Title: Ricky
Post by: ChrisSmolinski on September 03, 2016, 2012 UTC
Title: Re: Ricky
Post by: Skipmuck on September 04, 2016, 1611 UTC
Indeed! Meet Rikki Ducornet....and yes, she lost the number :D
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Post by: Josh on September 04, 2016, 2007 UTC

oops sorry wrong guy
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Post by: Skipmuck on September 04, 2016, 2119 UTC
I'm Never Going Back to My Old School
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Post by: Pigmeat on September 05, 2016, 0031 UTC

So that's why they never covered "Babalu"?
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Post by: Skipmuck on September 05, 2016, 0238 UTC
So that's why they never covered "Babalu"?

Biscayne Bay, Where the Cuban Gentlemen Sleep All Day
Title: Re: Ricky
Post by: Pigmeat on September 05, 2016, 1409 UTC
"I say boom chica boom, boom chica boom, boom chica boom"

The actual Cuban Pete died a couple of years back. How did that one get past Al?

When I was about nine we stopped in Little Havana on vacation.  I heard the song playing and chimed in. The locals thought it was funny, but my Aunt thought differently. She slapped me in the back of the head and whispered sternly, "Do you want to get us killed?"

I think she was still traumatized by the cross country train trip when she brought me back from Los Angeles to live with my Grandparents a couple of years before? Must have been all the tunnels and curves coming through the Rockies. I tried to comfort here by showing her my Superman run, blasting through the automatic doors Hell bent for leather from one end of that train to the other, but even that didn't help. She was naturally high strung. She kept telling the conductors every time I did it, "He's not mine, he's not mine." Well, duh. We didn't look a thing alike.

That Florida tip was was a cool, I saw the hairiest human being I've ever seen in Key West. He resembled the Dos Equis guy, wore nothing but white speedo's, a white captains hat and flip-flops. He shaved down to the base of his neck, the rest of him was covered in thick mat of curly hair the same color as the hair on his head. I hoped to grow up to that hairy, you know how the chicks love it, but it didn't happen. Moderately hairy but not Aran sweater hairy like that guy. We can't have everything.

The Aunt was still up to her old nefarious tricks. We were at a gator viewing platform in the Everglades. There was big sign that said not to feed or throw things at the alligators. The Aunt wanted a pic of a big alligator with it's jaws open and encouraged me to pelt one with rocks. I was perplexed, obey federal law or hear about it from the Aunt all the way home? As she did our cooking at home by then, my Grandmother had died, I had to go with my stomach.

I started pelting that gator for all I was worth, but in south Florida good rocks are rare, I had to use hunks of wood. Almost immediately I heard a stern voice say, "Get that kid under control, lady, or we'll ban you from the park!" It was the ranger. What did I hear in response, "He's not mine! He's not mine!" Mom bopped her with a shoe when we got back in the car with a threat I can't repeat here in case there are kiddies reading.

That was a great trip. The real Florida, before Disney ruined it and South Beach was still a place where the old New Yorkers came to die.

Title: Re: Ricky
Post by: jFarley on September 14, 2016, 1436 UTC
Lucy, I'm home!  Have you seen my fez?

You know I'm not gonna do it without my fez on.
Title: Re: Ricky
Post by: Pigmeat on September 15, 2016, 0239 UTC
The man smoked 20 double coronas a day, had more women than the Sultan of Brunei, revolutionized TV production, yet lied about his height all his life. Odd. He claimed to be six feet, but the 5'7" Lucy towered over him in flats. He made the  "Cuban heel" popular for short guys worldwide.

He was in the first stages of cancer and dog sick when he absolutely brought the house down on SNL, making the house band look like a garage band trying to keep up with him. When he cried out "Bababalu Aye" he was calling down the old gods down to get the crowds frenzied. He was a force of nature. RIP Desi, we won't see the likes of you again.
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Post by: atrainradio on September 16, 2016, 0315 UTC
Skipmuck I envy your scrolling signature.