Gays in Iran? Fuggedaboutit!
San Benito County Supervisor Jaime De La Cruz has always had his
nose up more rich developer’s butts than a Beverly Hills
proctologist. De La Cruz says that the hotel his friends want to
foist on a Tres Pinos residential neighborhood will be
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one baby step that will lead to a new San Benito County.
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Does he mean like Santa Clara County? Aye chee waa waa!
Gays in Iran? Fuggedaboutit!
San Benito County Supervisor Jaime De La Cruz has always had his nose up more rich developer’s butts than a Beverly Hills proctologist. De La Cruz says that the hotel his friends want to foist on a Tres Pinos residential neighborhood will be “one baby step that will lead to a new San Benito County.” Does he mean like Santa Clara County? Aye chee waa waa!
I think De La Cruz should vote to move the hotel to his neighborhood and that way he could apply for a job that truly suits him … carrying rich people’s dirty baggage.
Did you read the letter published in the Pinnacle last week where the writer called me “crotchety, grouchy, sarcastic and has a terrible sense of humor.” I protest! The writer is right but I still protest.
One reason I am upset is that I would never use the sacred trust of this journalistic forum for cheap degrading humor … Hold it; that’s my neighbor calling. She wants me to come over and play with her schnauzer.
Why they show up and play the game, reason 69. The USC Trojans were favored by 42 points. The lowly Stanford football team apparently can’t read and showed up down there anyway. My Mexican-Asian friend Juan Wan had Stanford winning by one in the apartment Stanford won by one and my friend Juan Wan won by one. Aye chee waa waa Juan Wan won by one.
When Iranian President Ahmadinejad said there were no gays in Iran the laughter even from his supporters went off the gaydar. But I believe Ahmadinejad because if you lived in Iran what the hell would you have to be gay about? Have you ever had sex with a camel? One hump, two humps, no matter. It’s not all that great, don’t ask me how I know. Aye chee waa waa!
I always enjoy Hollister’s Fifty Cent Lance sportswriter Andrew Matheson but he must have been standing too close to the dirty jock basket a tad too long. Andrew wrote that he is happy the Hollister Haybalers lost their first game to a strong opponent rather than win at the expense of a weak team. Huh? I played four years of Hollister High football before they issued helmets and believe me, I don’t know of one teammate or coach in those four years who would have rather lost to a good team than beat the hell out of lowly Carmel.
Speaking of Carmel, I still can’t figure out how my screenplay about Carmel never got picked up. It was an expose of “Gangs of Carmel.”
Love that ad in the Pinnacle for Penny Wise Drugs, which has been in business since 1948. The ad states that the Rosati family has a collective 160 years experience in pharmacy, over the counter products, gifts and sundry needs. I’m not surprised as Steve alone has 80 of those years covered. But the Rosati story really makes my point about those Hollister businesses who think they have the right to ride the coattails of Hollister, the trademarked clothiers. The Rosatis at Penny Wise Drugs since 1948 did it the old fashioned way: long hours, hard work and diversity.
You can’t find a more honest lawyer in Hollister than Patrick Marshall who admits to being human. But if you want a lawyer that never loses a case you will want to call Perry Mason. His phone number is Hollywood 2-1799.
“Vertigo” was a hit and the big doings in San Juan Bautista celebrating the filming in San Juan Bautista was even more dizzy a box office hit! Hitch’s daughter Pat Hitchcock O’Connell attended. Pat played the secretary friend to Janet Leigh in the best horror film ever, “Psycho.” But it was Alfred Hitchcock’s granddaughter who was the hit of the ode to “Vertigo.” Terry Carrubba was a one-woman fan to the fans as she autographed napkins, menus, programs and at least one person that I know of’s Fruit of the Looms that looked like they had been pecked by “The Birds.” Aye chee waa waa!
But Donna Guerra Howe with lots and lots of volunteers was the crisis management leader and everything but everything went right. This was no rubber chicken event and the edge to putting the event over the top was the dinner prepared by Ricky Edge. Hitchcock would have gained 15 pounds as Ricky Edge is the Alfred Hitchcock of the kitchen – mysterious, suspenseful and absolutely surprising to the very end.
I love going to the old folks’ home this time of the year as the asparagus crop I planted is now at full erection. It’s fun sharing with the big city seniors here all the fun we born in the country know about asparagus. It puts a smile on their faces to play squat tag in the asparagus patch. Aye chee waa waa.
