Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes
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"You can't put your arms around a memory. Don't try." The Late, Great Johnny Thunders
You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory
"One day while I was not at home,
while she was there and all alone,
the angels came.
Now all I have is memories of Honey,
and I wake up nights,
and call her name".
Bobby Goldsboro
Honey
So,...I'm sittin' in my orange velveteen chair...eatin' Starbucks espresso truffles and watchin' "H.R. Pufenstuff",...via my ipod,...when I began to muse about the sorry state of Leno Labianca's finances.
"Leno Labianca" (That's a funny name. You know you want to say it out loud....go ahead....I'll wait.)
Anyway,...I'm sittin' there thinkin' about his finances, right?
I mean, just how does a person own nine racehorses...and nobody knows about them?
What kinda freakin' screwed up world do we live in when you own nine racehorses and your woman doesn't even know that you have them?
My woman would kill me if she found out that I owned nine freakin' dogs without her knowledge.
I guess the common misconception about people with money is that they can do whatever they want....providing they have the means to cover their tracks when embarking on such a strange endeavour.
But this is not the case, is it?
He already had misappropriated funds from the treasury of his Gateway Market enterprise to the tune of $200,000....and that wasn't even to take care of the horses. It was to pay for his gambling debts.
This guy sounds like he wouldn't pass up a neighbourhood game of Keno.
Was he just one of those people who couldn't say no to anything?
Did people call him up and say,
"Hey Leno,...I got this racehorse that's lookin' for a home,...it's got all it's shots an' everything,...and,...ummm,...I thought you might need another racehorse...so I thought I'd give you a call, man".
The guy was freakin' out there, man.
If I was gonna make some purchases, with the hopes that they would, indeed, make me some more jack in the long run, I would purchase some Andy Warhol artwork,....or maybe Jean-Michel Basquiat artwork....
(Wait a minute,.... Jean-Michel didn't come around till '84,...then he died in '88. That would rule out buyin' Jean-Michel in the '60's, wouldn't it?...never mind.)
Anyway,...you buy some art and stick it in an attic somewhere. You don't have to feed it and it doesn't give you an attitude when you don't pay attention to it,....unlike me, who gets real put out if I don't get my battered fish or frozen Salisbury steak when I get home from work....
What was I sayin'?...oh, yeah...
Get some artwork and put it away for a while. Unlike the horses, it only values more when you let it sit for a while,....whereas horses tend to die when you leave them sit for too long.
The dude had nine freakin' horses, man.
Not to sound crass or unfeeling here, but it was rather fortuitous for him that Tex and co. came along when they did....because he got a fraction of what Rosemary woulda given him when she found out about the nine freakin' horses, man....and she woulda found out.
Believe you me,...she woulda found out, man.
Not to get off the subject here, but why do the movies always portray Rosemary as some middle to upper aged, prim and proper woman?
She was 38 years old!
38 is not over the hill, ya know. She was pretty foxy if you ask me. She had that great Italian quality that hearkens to the likes of Karla De Vito,....ya know? I betcha when she would sweat, her upper lip would become moist.
That is sexy.
I think that, out of all the victims, Rosemary was,....oh,..say,...the second sexiest one. Sharon was first, of course,...(only when she didn't wear make-up)....then Rosemary,....then Abigail.
(On the family's side, I'd have to give it to Squeaky....she had that impish, devil-may-care quality that is kinda hard to overlook,...ya know?)
All three "vics" were pretty sexy. (I mean,...aside from Jay, of course.)
And 38 years old is not old. It's mature. It's a "I've-been-around-for-a-while-and-I-know-what-it-takes-to-get-a-man-jacked" type of sexiness....and,...in the final analysis,....that's what were all lookin' for in our women,.....ain't it?
"Jacked"
Let me hear a 'right on'!
Truth be told, I think that Rosemary was pretty hot. She was a fine lookin' woman whose husband was runnin' around buyin' racehorses and misappropriating funds from his family owned company.
That's just bogus.
He may have been president of Gateway Supermarkets,....but I would've been president of hittin' that ass on that wife of his.
If I were left alone alone for ten minutes....in a broom closet,....with Rosemary, I would----- (at this juncture, we, the editors, need to step in and institute the first ever case of censorship in the history of The Second Official Tate Labianca Murders Blog. It is unfortunate that this has to transpire and all but we cannot have our authors opining what they would do if they got one of the victims alone in a broom closet. We realize that there may be youthful and impressionable readers on a quest for knowledge of history. We do not wish to tarnish the name of The Second Official Tate Labianca Murders Blog with such blather. We offer the most humble apologies and, rest assured, our offices have been in contact with this author and we have, indeed, suggested to him that he needs to cut the dose)----with a greased up knuckle.
Anyway,....that's what I would do if I had ten minutes alone with Rosemary.
(sigh)
(pause)
Geez,...I really do need to get laid.
Like soon.
(Yes, Dan, you certainly do need to get laid. We'll even pay for it. The editors.)
Anyway.....
while she was there and all alone,
the angels came.
Now all I have is memories of Honey,
and I wake up nights,
and call her name".
Bobby Goldsboro
Honey
So,...I'm sittin' in my orange velveteen chair...eatin' Starbucks espresso truffles and watchin' "H.R. Pufenstuff",...via my ipod,...when I began to muse about the sorry state of Leno Labianca's finances.
"Leno Labianca" (That's a funny name. You know you want to say it out loud....go ahead....I'll wait.)
Anyway,...I'm sittin' there thinkin' about his finances, right?
I mean, just how does a person own nine racehorses...and nobody knows about them?
What kinda freakin' screwed up world do we live in when you own nine racehorses and your woman doesn't even know that you have them?
My woman would kill me if she found out that I owned nine freakin' dogs without her knowledge.
I guess the common misconception about people with money is that they can do whatever they want....providing they have the means to cover their tracks when embarking on such a strange endeavour.
But this is not the case, is it?
He already had misappropriated funds from the treasury of his Gateway Market enterprise to the tune of $200,000....and that wasn't even to take care of the horses. It was to pay for his gambling debts.
This guy sounds like he wouldn't pass up a neighbourhood game of Keno.
Was he just one of those people who couldn't say no to anything?
Did people call him up and say,
"Hey Leno,...I got this racehorse that's lookin' for a home,...it's got all it's shots an' everything,...and,...ummm,...I thought you might need another racehorse...so I thought I'd give you a call, man".
The guy was freakin' out there, man.
If I was gonna make some purchases, with the hopes that they would, indeed, make me some more jack in the long run, I would purchase some Andy Warhol artwork,....or maybe Jean-Michel Basquiat artwork....
(Wait a minute,.... Jean-Michel didn't come around till '84,...then he died in '88. That would rule out buyin' Jean-Michel in the '60's, wouldn't it?...never mind.)
Anyway,...you buy some art and stick it in an attic somewhere. You don't have to feed it and it doesn't give you an attitude when you don't pay attention to it,....unlike me, who gets real put out if I don't get my battered fish or frozen Salisbury steak when I get home from work....
What was I sayin'?...oh, yeah...
Get some artwork and put it away for a while. Unlike the horses, it only values more when you let it sit for a while,....whereas horses tend to die when you leave them sit for too long.
The dude had nine freakin' horses, man.
Not to sound crass or unfeeling here, but it was rather fortuitous for him that Tex and co. came along when they did....because he got a fraction of what Rosemary woulda given him when she found out about the nine freakin' horses, man....and she woulda found out.
Believe you me,...she woulda found out, man.
Not to get off the subject here, but why do the movies always portray Rosemary as some middle to upper aged, prim and proper woman?
She was 38 years old!
38 is not over the hill, ya know. She was pretty foxy if you ask me. She had that great Italian quality that hearkens to the likes of Karla De Vito,....ya know? I betcha when she would sweat, her upper lip would become moist.
That is sexy.
I think that, out of all the victims, Rosemary was,....oh,..say,...the second sexiest one. Sharon was first, of course,...(only when she didn't wear make-up)....then Rosemary,....then Abigail.
(On the family's side, I'd have to give it to Squeaky....she had that impish, devil-may-care quality that is kinda hard to overlook,...ya know?)
All three "vics" were pretty sexy. (I mean,...aside from Jay, of course.)
And 38 years old is not old. It's mature. It's a "I've-been-around-for-a-while-and-I-know-what-it-takes-to-get-a-man-jacked" type of sexiness....and,...in the final analysis,....that's what were all lookin' for in our women,.....ain't it?
"Jacked"
Let me hear a 'right on'!
Truth be told, I think that Rosemary was pretty hot. She was a fine lookin' woman whose husband was runnin' around buyin' racehorses and misappropriating funds from his family owned company.
That's just bogus.
He may have been president of Gateway Supermarkets,....but I would've been president of hittin' that ass on that wife of his.
If I were left alone alone for ten minutes....in a broom closet,....with Rosemary, I would----- (at this juncture, we, the editors, need to step in and institute the first ever case of censorship in the history of The Second Official Tate Labianca Murders Blog. It is unfortunate that this has to transpire and all but we cannot have our authors opining what they would do if they got one of the victims alone in a broom closet. We realize that there may be youthful and impressionable readers on a quest for knowledge of history. We do not wish to tarnish the name of The Second Official Tate Labianca Murders Blog with such blather. We offer the most humble apologies and, rest assured, our offices have been in contact with this author and we have, indeed, suggested to him that he needs to cut the dose)----with a greased up knuckle.
Anyway,....that's what I would do if I had ten minutes alone with Rosemary.
(sigh)
(pause)
Geez,...I really do need to get laid.
Like soon.
(Yes, Dan, you certainly do need to get laid. We'll even pay for it. The editors.)
Anyway.....
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