Comments on: The Cherry Cheese Incident

By: Ernest

Ernest — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:53:05 +0000

Frankly, Giuseppe, it's all the same. I dig your fancy verbal stylings.

By: Giuseppe Verdi, Annoyed at Blogeroni

Giuseppe Verdi, Annoyed at Blogeroni — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:43:08 +0000

(Correctamundo is Italiano blended with Samuel l. Jacksonese) about that appetizer. Having nothing else to do from my sad wall at Al Tiramisu, I ogle those mozzarella balls all day long. I assure you, were I able, I would quickly eat so many that I would soon outweigh all three tenors and the Pope-mobile.

By: Giuseppe Verdi, Original Gangsta

Giuseppe Verdi, Original Gangsta — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:38:56 +0000

Really, Ernest, it was Rees the Chronically Inscrutable who brought up pies, which had nothing to do with anything, unless "antipasto" has come to mean "pies." (Has my sweet Italiano changed so much since my death? Must I gore you *both* in the eye with my baton?)

Signore Carman, while your callous dig at my appearance has wounded me to the core, you are correctamundo (

By: Ernest

Ernest — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:08:25 +0000

Really Carman, you do speak an infinite deal of nothing. Piss off.

By: Giuseppe Verdi Redux

Giuseppe Verdi Redux — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:47:26 +0000

Also in my day, nonsequiturs were considered a crime against the Blessed Trinity. Citizens who came to the public square to announce, appropos of nothing, that they'd love a cherry cheese pie right about now were stoned publicly outside of St. Peter's Basilica by order of Pope Pius IX, and their remains were left overnight to be eaten by pigeons.

By: Jonathan R. Rees

Jonathan R. Rees — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:30:07 +0000

OMG, I could go for one of those cherry and cheese pies.

By: Giuseppe Verdi, Dammit

Giuseppe Verdi, Dammit — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:13:04 +0000

"Graying"? "Haunted"? Vaffanculo, testa di merda! Stop breaking my coglioni. I think I look pretty damn good for nearly 200. We didn't have any Botox in my time. But then what do you know, you punkass kids with your rock 'n' roll? You don't even realize that "Sticky Fingers" was a bunch of filler. Sigh. I sure wish the blogospherelioni was a kinder, gentler place. But since I don't have to actually abide by my own wishes, I hope you and your wife and your future children are crushed to death by Pavarotti's fifth stomach roll (the third leading cause of death in Italy.)