This decadance must be stopped. Only in this country would one fry dough and cover it with powdered sugar and other sweet sauces. When will they learn that this causes moral decay? In other countries and nations a sugar overdose would be incurred if one was to touch this fried culinary corruption. Do not give in to the crisp, tasty, warm, delicious heaven. You will only be selling your soul to the WTO and IMF.
and whatever you do, DO NOT EAT ZEPPOLES. they are about 100 times more delicious and decadent that funnel cakes.
italians rock.
(DOH! i didn't see that zepps had already been mentioned. they are my downfall. )
Life is the riddle
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
that's funny! you should do it. i'd come see ya, just for the band name. being a paisan myself and all. fuggetaboudit.
Well, I don't know how you feel about rap music, but I wrote this rap called "Bleed Marinara." You'll probably appreciate it. It's on my band's myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/alphamalegorillas
I'm workin on a few more along that vein. I think it's got potential, anyway.
Well, I don't know how you feel about rap music, but I wrote this rap called "Bleed Marinara." You'll probably appreciate it. It's on my band's myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/alphamalegorillas
I'm workin on a few more along that vein. I think it's got potential, anyway.
BLEED MARINARA! that's great. sounds like a pleasant way to die.
Life is the riddle
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
This decadance must be stopped. Only in this country would one fry dough and cover it with powdered sugar and other sweet sauces. When will they learn that this causes moral decay? In other countries and nations a sugar overdose would be incurred if one was to touch this fried culinary corruption. Do not give in to the crisp, tasty, warm, delicious heaven. You will only be selling your soul to the WTO and IMF.
so its the deep fried illicit dough of goodness that is wrong with America is it? Heres me thinking its the sheer amount of guns that you lot have and are using to kill each other... probably in order to get closer to the front on the Funnel Cake queue, whereuponst there is a special deal where buying 2 funnel cakes makes you eligible for a free handgun...woo-hoo!!!
more eating of death products is always a good thing... keeps cemeteries in business... or something!!
oh scary... 40000 morbidly obese christians wearing fanny packs invading europe is probably the least scariest thing since I watched an edited version of The Care Bears movie in an extremely brightly lit cinema.
BLEED MARINARA! that's great. sounds like a pleasant way to die.
Yeah, check it out... we're workin on a music video right now... I might even take a camera down to Belmar this weekend, and get some shots of the boardwalk, the Jersey girls, and some of the guido meatheads outside of DJay's... It'll definitely add a nice Jersey flavor to the video add to the New York I already got in there. Let me know what you think of the song.
and whatever you do, DO NOT EAT ZEPPOLES. they are about 100 times more delicious and decadent that funnel cakes.
italians rock.
(DOH! i didn't see that zepps had already been mentioned. they are my downfall. )
Zeppoles are the fucking bomb. Growing up in Newark, there was an Italian feast every spring, and zeppoles where the only reason I went (that and the sausage and peppers). I remember you could get a bag of 25 for $6. Me and my friends would eat zeppoles till we puked.
"When one gets in bed with government, one must expect the diseases it spreads." - Ron Paul
Zeppoles are the fucking bomb. Growing up in Newark, there was an Italian feast every spring, and zeppoles where the only reason I went (that and the sausage and peppers). I remember you could get a bag of 25 for $6. Me and my friends would eat zeppoles till we puked.
OMG, that's my childhood, too. san' gennaro in nyc, feast of saint anthony in elizabeth... just a freakin' food orgy from start to finish. that, of course, and an excuse to oggle the cute guys in guinea t's.
there is NOTHING like strolling on a hot summer night, feasting on sauzeege & peppers on a roll, followed by a bag of sweet, greasy zeppoles and, of course, fresh lemonade. now THAT'S livin'.
Life is the riddle
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
OMG, that's my childhood, too. san' gennaro in nyc, feast of saint anthony in elizabeth... just a freakin' food orgy from start to finish. that, of course, and an excuse to oggle the cute guys in guinea t's.
there is NOTHING like strolling on a hot summer night, feasting on sauzeege & peppers on a roll, followed by a bag of sweet, greasy zeppoles and, of course, fresh lemonade. now THAT'S livin'.
I agree with everything except the oggling of guys in guinea tees. Those where the days. In Newark a few weeks right after the Italian feast was the Azores feast and then the following week was the Portugese feast so it gave us another reason to stuff ourselves all over again.
"When one gets in bed with government, one must expect the diseases it spreads." - Ron Paul
it's not the funnel cakes, it's the debbie cakes you should be concerned about,...
Hey...now you're getting personal. I will defend my right to scarf down the occassional Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie with deadly force if necessary....at least until my jeans won't snap.
The Daystar
"But --you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar...Ask yourselves, all of you...What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to Dream of Heaven?" Dream speaking to Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman.
maybe all we need do is rewind the process a bit (>>)ok and....STOP! RIGHT THERE!ok right there they are pickin the fruit for the sauce do NOT PUT THOSE IN THAT POT!ok eat the fresh fruit and leave the gooey sauce and....fried dogh..alo.....alo AH WHAT THE HELL I NEED FUNNEL CAKE!!!man...you were right!!
-Let's just say i was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. Thats all it was:just curiosity.
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and whatever you do, DO NOT EAT ZEPPOLES. they are about 100 times more delicious and decadent that funnel cakes.
italians rock.
(DOH! i didn't see that zepps had already been mentioned. they are my downfall.
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
italians rock.
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DAMN STRAIGHT.
I thought of starting up a guinea rock band and calling ourselves LED ZEPPOLI... Ah well, maybe a side project one day.
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
Well, I don't know how you feel about rap music, but I wrote this rap called "Bleed Marinara." You'll probably appreciate it. It's on my band's myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/alphamalegorillas
I'm workin on a few more along that vein. I think it's got potential, anyway.
BLEED MARINARA!
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
so its the deep fried illicit dough of goodness that is wrong with America is it? Heres me thinking its the sheer amount of guns that you lot have and are using to kill each other... probably in order to get closer to the front on the Funnel Cake queue, whereuponst there is a special deal where buying 2 funnel cakes makes you eligible for a free handgun...woo-hoo!!!
more eating of death products is always a good thing... keeps cemeteries in business... or something!!
Yeah, check it out... we're workin on a music video right now... I might even take a camera down to Belmar this weekend, and get some shots of the boardwalk, the Jersey girls, and some of the guido meatheads outside of DJay's... It'll definitely add a nice Jersey flavor to the video add to the New York I already got in there. Let me know what you think of the song.
Zeppoles are the fucking bomb. Growing up in Newark, there was an Italian feast every spring, and zeppoles where the only reason I went (that and the sausage and peppers). I remember you could get a bag of 25 for $6. Me and my friends would eat zeppoles till we puked.
GO ITALY!!!!!!!!!!!
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OMG, that's my childhood, too. san' gennaro in nyc, feast of saint anthony in elizabeth... just a freakin' food orgy from start to finish. that, of course, and an excuse to oggle the cute guys in guinea t's.
there is NOTHING like strolling on a hot summer night, feasting on sauzeege & peppers on a roll, followed by a bag of sweet, greasy zeppoles and, of course, fresh lemonade. now THAT'S livin'.
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
I agree with everything except the oggling of guys in guinea tees. Those where the days. In Newark a few weeks right after the Italian feast was the Azores feast and then the following week was the Portugese feast so it gave us another reason to stuff ourselves all over again.
Why would you care whether Debbies a vegan if she's a slut? If she's a slut then she obviously likes pork swords so nothing else matters.
Hey...now you're getting personal. I will defend my right to scarf down the occassional Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie with deadly force if necessary....at least until my jeans won't snap.
"But --you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar...Ask yourselves, all of you...What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to Dream of Heaven?" Dream speaking to Lucifer as written by Neil Gaiman.
Jim Morrison
Los Angeles, 1969