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Originally Posted by Joker
From age 18 to 45 I was WORSE than Gronk...and you too, Frezo.....one night in Long Island after a Ramones gig I worked at, I sat back stage with Joey ,Dee Dee and Phil and an agent for their label and ...well...look, this place was huge..My Father's Place...we had access to all the beer and booze we wanted from the walkins...and of course the perfunctory mirror with mountains of magic marching flakes...let's see, the joint closed at 2 a.m. we all left about 4 or 5 p.m. the next day...I had another gig to set up in Baltimore...sleep????...WTF was THAT back then???
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And yet 3 1/3 weeks ago, there you were chastising me for jokingly making the suggestion a poster take a bag of dope for his pregame jitters when he asked people for advice on how to stay calm while watching Pats playoff games.
Hypocrite.
And notice how I purposely left out the "h" word, used the term "bag of dope" instead, and you came over to ask,"Heroin jokes? Really?"
Nobody typed the name of the substance implied by the term "bag of dope". I purposely avoided it. The non-serious suggestion of "Oh, if you're nervous, go take a bag a' dope" works. It's edgy wisenheimer humor. While at the same time, "go do some heroin" isn't taken in the same context. The imagery for each is different. "Bag a' dope" is wayy less insidious than the word heroin.
Yet, you took it upon yourself to play June Cleaver decency police, switched my "bag of dope" and painted me as throwing around the word heroin and trying to insert it into a joke.
I didn't use the word "herion", YOU did. YOU came over here and threw it around. And the thing is, you KNEW I purposely avoided it, jagoff.
Well fine, I'll do the same to you. Gee, most of the time in life you don't get equal restitution opportunities like this. Boy, talk about cut and dry tit-for-tat payback...
Hey everybody, when Joker typed "mountains of magic marching flakes" he really meant cocaine.
Hey Joker, making cocaine references? Really?
And doing cocaine and staying up all night wired?
There ya go, hypocrite. We're even now. Now I'll go listen to my Ramones My Father's Place WLIR radio broadcast tape from 1979 in your honor.