<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 03:02:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life on the Westside</title><description>Unbelievable stories from the westside of Manhattan.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-7509213100360622392</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T15:08:21.039-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fook the westside</title><description>I just moved out of this shit whole that was once called Hell&#39;s Kitchen. I just couldn&#39;t take it anymore. To many changes and there was no reason for me to be there any longer. I still have many stories to come and I hope you will come back to look again. Sorry that I haven&#39;t written in a while but with everything happening I just didn&#39;t have that time.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/03/fook-westside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-6405525169928011615</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T13:35:34.837-05:00</atom:updated><title>Coolllllllllll game</title><description>&lt;embed src=&#39;http://www.addictinggames.com/D78AQSAKQLQWI9/4633.swf&#39; type=&#39;application/x-shockwave-flash&#39; width=&#39;400&#39; height=&#39;400&#39;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.addictinggames.com&#39; target=&#39;_blank&#39; title=&#39;Play Games&#39;&gt;Play Games at AddictingGames&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/02/coolllllllllll-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-3045824385280785243</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T14:32:16.466-05:00</atom:updated><title>Doo Wop Bob&#39;s Oldies Dance</title><description>Hi all, I know its been a while since ive posted something. My father is throwing a Oldies Dance on October 4 of this year. The main singing group will be The Eternals. For the price of $40 you will get a open bar (free mixed drinks), all the beer you can drink, door prizes, and a 50/50 box. We are also booking another singing group which will be announced shortly. It is a great night of singing and dancing away to songs from the sixties. The event will be held at St. Michael&#39;s Hall 424 WEST 34TH STREET NEW YORK,NY 10001. If you are interested please contact Bobby at 212-307-1976 or send me an email at georgebush97@hotmail.com. Tables of ten are available for reservation. 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This kid is half off his rocker and isn&#39;t takin serious by anyone. One day while working at a trade show on pier 94 a few of the guys start talking about how some people in the neighborhood have swam from pier to pier. Now this water is filthy mind you. Flaherty starts to stick his chest out and tell people how he can do it with no problem. The other workers are breaking his balls telling him that he&#39;s full of shit. Rob tells them that he will do it for $100.00 bucks. News of this spreads all over the piers and about 30 guys come over to throw money in to see this. Flaherty then tells the guys that he will swim from one pier to the other with nothing but his underwear on for $300.00. Again everyone throws more money in to see this. Flaherty takes his clothes off and dives into the filthy Hudson River water. LOL what this moron didn&#39;t realize is that the tide is low. As Flaherty dives in half his body literally goes into the mud of the Hudson. All you can see is his feet sticking out of the water. He manages to break free from the mud and starts to swim/walk to the other pier. Flaherty is so tired by the time he gets to the other side that he can&#39;t pull himself out of the water. That&#39;s not a problem because by the time he got to the other side the NYPD and FBI are waiting for him. They take him downtown and question him to make sure he wasn&#39;t trying to plant a bomb. After some take with the other guys on the pier they release him. Funiest part of the whole story is that the guys took all of the bet money and he didn&#39;t get a cent. Im telling you that you can&#39;t make this stuff up. LOL only on the westside.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-plunge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-215117536692930937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-24T16:01:44.927-05:00</atom:updated><title>Love Muscle Clothing</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lovemuscleclothing.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb98/crocker26/lovemusclegrey2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a company started up by my woman and I. The shirts are super soft and made very well. I don&#39;t like selling shit....so I picked quality clothing that would last. Come and take a look at our site by clicking the shirt above or any of the banners. It has been slow going but we are doing our best to get some new designs and more items. If you are interested in picking one up in the area of Hell&#39;s Kitchen, we can do that. Contact me for any questions. All shirts are $15.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-muscle-clothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-2534395213432290065</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T20:38:59.975-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lime Jungle</title><description>I just wanted to let everyone know that Lime Jungle has some great Mexican food. Believe me know the difference. If you think Ariba Ariba is good then you don&#39;t have a clue about Lime Jungle. This is a very small place and feels more like a fast food restaurant but everything is fresh and the pricessss are cheapppppp. Check it out. Click the pic below to see their site and the menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.limejunglenyc.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/limejungle.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/lime-jungle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-2377316856573387417</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T18:06:34.961-05:00</atom:updated><title>Another friend passes</title><description>Eddie Griff died about a week ago. He was good friends with my uncles. Eddie had two girls and a wife. From what I heard he died of a heart attack. See you around Ed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie use to drive a tow truck many years ago. One time while he was driving down the street he went to shift the truck into second gear. As he reached down and pulled on the stick it came completely out of the floor. Luckily he rolled to a stop at a light. When the cops showed up they where yelling at Ed to get the tow truck out of the way. Eddie tried to explain the problem to the police man. The cop said &quot;Just put the truck into gear and move it&quot; with a attitude. Eddie replied &quot;Here you move it&quot; and handed the whole stick shift to the cop. LOL</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-friend-passes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-6258497535825909447</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T19:37:45.818-05:00</atom:updated><title>My first official client</title><description>Had my first client just yesterday. She is a friend of mine and I kicked her ass :). She called me today and said she was hurting from head to toe. I have an interview with Crunch on Thursday. Wish me luck folks. I will have a few more stories up in a couple days. OHHHH almost forgot, those guys who got arrested the other day for taking their dead friend to the cash checking were friends of my father. He wasn&#39;t surprised one bit.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-official-client.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-1915103759295133168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-11T18:31:31.971-05:00</atom:updated><title>Internet Problems</title><description>Hi all, I am having a few internet problems that are keeping me from posting. This site isn&#39;t loading all the time. Time Warner Cable is a disgrace. Ill try and put something up later.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/internet-problems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-666000907672070164</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T10:10:06.885-05:00</atom:updated><title>Personal Training</title><description>Finally going to Red Cross to get my CPR/AED certification. Pretty happy about it. I think this is the kind of job I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. If anyone is interested in getting a session with me just leave a note in the shout box or email me at georgebush97@hotmail.com. If you want to get in shape then I can get you there. Oh and we will have lots of laughs along the way LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/?action=view&amp;current=personaltrainergirlJPG.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/personaltrainergirlJPG.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/personal-training.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-693298282460861187</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 11:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-03T06:41:17.106-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cold as a witches titty</title><description>Today it is fricken freezing in Hell&#39;s Kitchen. Reminds me of a story at Thruway Gas Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was out pumping gas in the middle of January. The temperature has got to be like 25 degrees out. My father hears something in the distance. My father looks around, starts to hear it a little clearer. Kind of sounded like &quot;youuuuuu whoooooo&quot;. My father looked up and found a woman balls naked on top of a van that was parked outside the gas station. Seeing this in Hell&#39;s Kitchen doesn&#39;t exactly shock anyone but it does remind you of how many nut chops come to this neighborhood. All of the guys come out to see this. The woman stands up and starts dancing. Usually the boys would have no problem entertaining this woman but its 25 degrees out and she is clearly off her rocker. Eventually the cops came, pulled the streaker off and brought her back to the nudist colony for the mentally insane.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2008/01/cold-as-witches-titty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-3705474599134795260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T19:31:44.317-05:00</atom:updated><title>Click the city to see some fireworks!!!!</title><description>&lt;script src=&quot;http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertPanel.js?panelId=7d8a0290-8bf4-4fbe-b513-f5340284b2f3&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get great free widgets at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.widgetbox.com&quot;&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://runtime.widgetbox.com/syndication/track/7d8a0290-8bf4-4fbe-b513-f5340284b2f3.gif&quot; height=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/click-city-to-see-some-fireworks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-5280080940511199693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T19:17:21.684-05:00</atom:updated><title>Give them kids a whoopin</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/fight5&quot; style=&quot;display: block; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/643/756/fight5.m5x170772k.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;&quot;&gt;33&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Looking for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cashadvance1500.com&quot;&gt;payday loan&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was funny. Give it a shot.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-them-kids-whoopin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-7721950948214645219</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T17:43:02.133-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy New Year!!!!</title><description>I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I am just going to hang with my women and celebrate the New Year with some champagne. Wish you all success in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.new-year.in&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g78/webbfree/newyear/2008/flash/2008fireworkparty2.swf&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;  allowscriptaccess=&quot;never&quot; height=&quot;300&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-1702490134452018997</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T19:48:52.753-05:00</atom:updated><title>Disability Benefits</title><description>My uncle Roger had gotten AIDS later in life because of the sex he was having with crack head hookers. Jumping off the roof of the old apartment didn&#39;t help him much either. Now that he was disabled, he was looking to apply for SSI (supplemental security income). He was turned down almost instantly. My uncle had lost 30% of brain function and had serious problems walking. So my old man helped him with the appeal. The two of them went down to the social security office. The both of them go into the office and my father tries to explain to the social security worker about the problems my uncle has. The SS worker basically tells my father that he doesn&#39;t fit the criteria. My father turns to my uncle and tells him to talk to the worker to give him a feel for my uncles problems. My uncle Roger gets up out of his chair and pulls his dick out. Starts to piss on the worker and his desk. The SS worker is screaming with horror. To make a long story a little shorter, my uncle was approved after that visit.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/disability-benefits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-110338552529584630</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-26T12:48:43.533-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas!!!</title><description>I hope everyone had a good Christmas. I had my parents over and two of my drunk uncles.   My uncles spent most of the day falling down on their faces in an empty apartment across the hall. Everyone had a blast playing Rock Band. If you haven&#39;t had the chance to play yet I would recommend testing it out at Best Buy or some place similar. Unfortunately no one has won the blu-ray dvd contest. LOL frankly no one followed instructions. Ill will be coming up with a new contest very soon. If anyone has any ideas on a give away please leave me a message in my new Shout Box. Hey leave a message just to say hi once in a while. Later all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/?action=view&amp;current=xmastree.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/xmastree.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-3558265536633562586</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-21T20:19:24.792-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hello Boys!!!!!</title><description>My distant cousin Georgie and my father loved to play tricks on local businesses. If you read the post &quot;Father Reverend Joseph&quot; you know what i am talking about. Georgie and my father would take one of the tow trucks from the gas station and drive around the neighborhood. One night they pull into  another local gas station. My father would go inside and tell the guys he had a hooker in the passenger seat. The boys would all come out thinking they were in for some action. My father would open the door and my cousin Georgie would be wearing nothing but a robe and a woman&#39;s wig. He would open up his robe and yell &quot;Oh boysssss, come and get it I&#39;m all woman&quot;.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-231671489543950734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T18:43:33.182-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Shout Box</title><description>Hi all, just installed a shoutbox. Stop on by and say hi. Hope to hear from you soon. Happy Holidays.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-shout-box.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-8540919839659303029</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-18T10:33:40.913-05:00</atom:updated><title>Swan Dive</title><description>Another story about my uncle Roger. My uncle was married to this little troll looking women in the later years of his life. She really wasn&#39;t liked by anyone because she acted like a tom boy. Kind of women who thought she could go toe to toe in a fist fight with a man. She had a bad attitude and christ she definitely wasn&#39;t anything to look at. Kind of looked like the character from the leprechaun movies. Anyway, my uncle really did have feelings for her and found out she was messing around on him. At that time they were living in Rutherford, New Jersey and I she started to be known as the town blow job. My uncle freaked out, drank till he was shit faced, and got on a bus to the city. He went to the old apartment on 45th where his brothers were still living. He decided to take a walk up to the roof. Well about a half hour later a huge crash is heard and everyone runs outside to see what the noise was. My uncle had fallen 5 stories onto the top of a BMW car. Totally destroying the vehicle and doing some serious damage to the left side of his body. Nobody knows exactly what happened up on that roof. Whether he was pushed or jump is still a mystery. My uncle was in the hospital for a total of 6 months. For most of that time the doctors said he would never walk, talk, and function like a normal person again. The first time my uncle was able to speak he told the doctor &quot;I&#39;m gonna get everything back you asshole, just watch&quot;. My uncle was able to do all the things he use to do. He might have moved a lot slower and it was a little harder for him to remember things but that was only because he lost 30% of his functioning brain. Tough bastard my uncle was. You&#39;ll be missed Roger :)</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/swan-dive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-8784207608660464031</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T12:59:40.638-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Great Trade</title><description>My uncle Roger was some guy. He had done every kind of drug in the book. That also included the use of heroin at one point. He seemed to know everyone and he was pretty well liked. Roger would sell anything though and I mean anything. When he was doing heroin he had sold his mother&#39;s wedding band for another blast up the arm. Roger had slept with thousand&#39;s of hookers. That is not an exaggeration either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Roger and I were hanging outside the old apartment on 45th and 10th ave. Some guy I never seen before came up to Roger and shook his hand. I had never seen this guy before. That was just like uncle Roger, he knew everyone. This guy had some old bicycle with him and asked Roger if he could watch it for him for an hour. Roger did and after about ten minutes Roger said to me &quot;Stay here, Ill be right back&quot;. Roger took the bike and walked a block or two over. He came back over about ten minutes later with a bag in his hand but no bike, I asked &quot;oh what did you do with the bike?&quot;. Roger had gone into the Chinese food store and asked them to buy the bike off him for twenty dollars LOL. They wouldn&#39;t give him twenty dollars for the bike. He even brought the price down to fifteen dollars and they still wouldn&#39;t buy it off him. So I asked my uncle &quot; So what happened, you only got ten dollars for the bike?&quot;. He replied &quot; No I got a half chicken with pork fried rice and an egg roll&quot;. LOL one of the best meals I had ever shared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff295/georgebush97/Bicycledelivery.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-trade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-4043424256326301268</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T11:48:28.276-05:00</atom:updated><title>Horse and Buggy</title><description>It was just another day in Hell&#39;s Kitchen. Hookers on the corner and junkies doing the junkie shuffle (a swaying of the arms). My uncle Jeff and friend Larry were just hanging out on 10th Avenue bullshitting. A horse and buggy starts to ride past them when all of a sudden the horse freaks out and doesn&#39;t want to move. The driver begins to beat the horse with his whip. Welllllllll I have to tell you one thing about some of us guys on the Westside, we don&#39;t go hurting animals. I wouldn&#39;t piss in some strangers mouth if his teeth were on fire but for an animal I would do just about anything. Larry and Jeff see this and walk over to the guy. Larry says &quot;oh, how about I take that whip off you and beat the shit out of ya&quot;. The driver tells him to go fuck himself. I am sure you can see where this is going. Larry and Jeff pull this guy from the buggy and start stomping and kicking this guy half to death. They spot a cop car out of their eye and try to quickly walk away like nothing happened. The cop pulls up and says &quot;what do you call this&quot;. Jeff and Larry describe what happened. The cop shacks his head and tells them &quot;go home and if I catch either one of you on the street for the rest of the day, your going downtown&quot;. Well Larry and Jeff were like the invisible man for the rest of the day.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/horse-and-buggy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-8631062311824278418</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-10T14:20:58.209-05:00</atom:updated><title>NEW MYSPACE PAGE!!!</title><description>Hi all, just put up a myspace page and want you all to stop by and leave a comment. Add me as your friend and let me know what you think about this blog. Check it out by clicking Myspace Page on your right. 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All you have to do is leave us a present under our tree and come up with the most creative Christmas greeting in the message box. You can enter as many times as you like. We will announce the winner on 12-23-07. Please check back with us then to find out if you are the winner. Happy holidays to all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Come on people leave a present****</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/win-underworld-evolution-blu-ray-dvd_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926354516433488935.post-8037182210416087687</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-10T11:31:24.617-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wrong neighborhood</title><description>A woman walks into Peelies bar with a Great Dane. Ive mentioned in the past that Peelies had nothing but the worst sort of people and they all had guns. This woman obviously wasn&#39;t from this part of town. She walks in with this monster looking to use the pay phone. It&#39;s obvious from the size of this beast that she had no control over him. She finds the pay phone at the end of the bar. The Great Dane is barking so loud it sounds like a truck horn. The woman is yapping away on the phone and the dog starts barking at a guy at the end of the bar. He turns towards the women and tells her &quot;Lady get that fucking dog away from me&quot;. She totally ignores him and keeps talking on the phone. He says &quot;Lady im being nice, get that fucking dog out of here&quot;. Again it falls on def ears. Suddenly a 45 pistol comes out of his pocket. Shots are heard and everyone runs out of the bar. The woman comes walking out in shock with nothing but the leash. The guy that shot the dog blew its head clear off it&#39;s body. Not very funny to me since I like animals but that&#39;s what it was like in the real Hell&#39;s Kitchen.</description><link>http://livingonthewestside.blogspot.com/2007/12/wrong-neighborhood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>