Monthly Archives: February 2022

HAPPY HEARTS by Peter Nolan Smith

February 14, 2022 – 1:30 am

Every Valentine’s Day diamond dealers and jewelers on 47th Street anticipate a mid-winter spending spree by lovers for their loved ones, yet year after year sales numbers have fallen by double-digits, as the economic downturn cut into the income of the middle-class. Diamonds might be a girl’s best friend, but not this year. Yesterday the […]

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Super Bowl Snatch

February 13, 2022 – 12:41 am

I love the unpredictabilty of chaos No one could have predicted on Kearse catching that deflected ball on his back. On the ensuing play Lynch was tackled and I’m screaming for Belichick to call a time-out, because I know that the ‘Hawks will scoree. Nothing comes from Belichik. He’s acting like a deer caught in […]

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Mommie Dearest

February 11, 2022 – 12:15 pm

And what’s so funny about that aspiration? My friends in Miami are complaining about the hookers lining the highways for the fat boys in the Hummers. Football, hookers, and Hummers. Nothing says America more than that other than dropping the rent in $1 bills at a strip club. In 2009 the mayor of Tampa arrested […]

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White Trash Humor

February 11, 2022 – 10:28 am

1. Did you fart? Cuz you just blew me away. 2. Are yer parents retarded? Cuz ya sure are special. 3. My love fer you is like diarrhea. I just can’t hold it in. 4. Do you have a library card? Cuz I’d like to sign you out. 5. Is there a mirror in your […]

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THE SMELL OF MOONSHINE by Peter Nolan Smith

February 11, 2022 – 9:06 am

Back in the late 50s my Irish grandmother took my older brother and me for a monthly visit to downtown Boston. We left her house in Jamaica Plains and rode the trolley into Boylston Street. The El from Forest Hills to Washington Street was quicker, but Nana preferred the trolley. My late grandfather had driven […]

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