At another No Bo (North Boynton) establishment today folks for another (a)rousing World Cup Women's 2019 semi-final. Not wearing my distance specs so my view on the low-fi large screen is obscured as to fine detail. I just know I love them.
My fellow patrons are a much more sparse crew but motley just the same. 5 out of 6 athe large bar are male and 60ish.
It's a fun bunch but they're not here for the futbol.
Yesterday we enjoyed a version of tostados. Today it's wings and stromboli bites?
I guess.
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Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Women's World Cup
Bars across America and England are packed right now. In Boynton Beach, Florida it is not the same as in Delray Beach, Florida.
Your humble narrator finds himself alone, distanced from the bar at a local chain on the north edge of town. The place was renovated recently but not the faces or the abdomens of most of my fellow soccer enthusiasts. This is where you go for central casting of Boynton.
There is a man in the opposite corner of me at the bar with orangish hair enjoying dioping his olive into his gimlet, I assume. He's a little bit of a gayish Chris Farley. Classic. Next to camo hat guy, next to NY Giants hat guy next to a pair that look to have literally just walked off the set of Walking Dead. An actual living zombie couple. Her mouth is sucked in and her eyes appear to be drawing fluid in from the rest of her body. Scraggly hair. Sunglasses adorning the top of her head. Her man has a mini mullet and unlike her actual green tinge he is touched by some Boynton sunburn.
It continues on around. 25 percent of the bar is female and their average weight is 30 pounds too many.
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
The bartendress, faithful reader, she's the redeeming quality of this corner of dislocated Mars from Total Recall. Hardworking brunette with a wisp across her forehead. Apple cheekbones. Skinny and works back there like a single mom on the hustle and as we pan to the right it opens up to a more normal view save the old old guy in the shorts at the bar and his old school wide brim hat of wool.
Speaking of wool. There was an apparition before me. The hairpiece so intensely dumbfounding and twisted I wasn't sure if he was real. Button down, gray slacks and somewhere between 70 and 275 years of age. Shark colored mange that somehow went every which way...
Cemtral casting Mars, but for 1 waitress and our upturned irish nose bartendress and what the hell? No goal for England?
The fallen.. just as I went to take a picture gay Farley... (not probably)
Your humble narrator finds himself alone, distanced from the bar at a local chain on the north edge of town. The place was renovated recently but not the faces or the abdomens of most of my fellow soccer enthusiasts. This is where you go for central casting of Boynton.
There is a man in the opposite corner of me at the bar with orangish hair enjoying dioping his olive into his gimlet, I assume. He's a little bit of a gayish Chris Farley. Classic. Next to camo hat guy, next to NY Giants hat guy next to a pair that look to have literally just walked off the set of Walking Dead. An actual living zombie couple. Her mouth is sucked in and her eyes appear to be drawing fluid in from the rest of her body. Scraggly hair. Sunglasses adorning the top of her head. Her man has a mini mullet and unlike her actual green tinge he is touched by some Boynton sunburn.
It continues on around. 25 percent of the bar is female and their average weight is 30 pounds too many.
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
The bartendress, faithful reader, she's the redeeming quality of this corner of dislocated Mars from Total Recall. Hardworking brunette with a wisp across her forehead. Apple cheekbones. Skinny and works back there like a single mom on the hustle and as we pan to the right it opens up to a more normal view save the old old guy in the shorts at the bar and his old school wide brim hat of wool.
Speaking of wool. There was an apparition before me. The hairpiece so intensely dumbfounding and twisted I wasn't sure if he was real. Button down, gray slacks and somewhere between 70 and 275 years of age. Shark colored mange that somehow went every which way...
Cemtral casting Mars, but for 1 waitress and our upturned irish nose bartendress and what the hell? No goal for England?
The fallen.. just as I went to take a picture gay Farley... (not probably)
Oh shit.. Zombie wife... is... a... man
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WINNING,
WOMEN'S WORLD CUP,
Zombie
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Texting Fun

RANDOM BILLY JOEL LYRICS:
Christopher R. Hickman: U just sit at hoooommmee and masturbate.... But Captain Jack will get u high tonight.
MINNY V OSU
Joshua Hickman: "He's on my all dreadlock team I know that" Chris Speilman classic
Christopher R. Hickman: I understand that soon.
Christopher R. Hickman: Sir
Joshua Hickman: What a fake!
Christopher R. Hickman: Was that a fake hangup
Joshua Hickman: I thought it was...could have sworn J hall had the ball
Christopher R. Hickman: Griese is hammered
Joshua Hickman: Minni is loosing it!
Christopher R. Hickman: Keep tippin Griese
Joshua Hickman: J hall is looking sexy
Joshua Hickman: The confidence is back
Christopher R. Hickman: IMG01090.jpg ( 414.79KB )
PACKERS V BROWNS:
Joshua Hickman: The beer is very cold at Ray's
Christopher R. Hickman: And the reubens are very fine, I'm certain
Joshua Hickman: And the browns play is very not fine
Christopher R. Hickman: Bench everyone
Joshua Hickman: Where's Player when we need him?
Christopher R. Hickman: Back in the dawg pound wasted
Christopher R. Hickman: Mangina mangina
Joshua Hickman: He payed these refs well
Christopher R. Hickman: Papinga is a dadinga
Joshua Hickman: What language is that
Christopher R. Hickman: Papua new guinaer
Christopher R. Hickman: Easter island
Christopher R. Hickman: Gaines is our bp
Joshua Hickman: Next to Player yes
Christopher R. Hickman: Player is bbqing squirrel out in the muni lot
Joshua Hickman: With joel and amish
Joshua Hickman: What's players first name?
Christopher R. Hickman: Kicker
Joshua Hickman: His name is Kicker Player
Christopher R. Hickman: Kicker T.
Christopher R. Hickman: I thought it was Gary. But it couldve been Ralph or Jimmy or Bob or Chris or
Joshua Hickman: I am trying to find a pic of him?
Christopher R. Hickman: Green Bay Packers, sponsored by British Petroleum
Christopher R. Hickman: Where's Lee Suggs?
Joshua Hickman: Plenty of time
Christopher R. Hickman: Did player ever kick a field goal. His stats don't exist between now and 1999. Can't remember what year he played
Joshua Hickman: Not sure...think he was a member of the all dawg pound team
Christopher R. Hickman: Just pat's
Christopher R. Hickman: Scott Player. He was a punter from Florida State
Christopher R. Hickman: Born 12/17/1969 St Augustine, FL. 6'1" 206
Joshua Hickman: I found him...mini hulk, nice work
Christopher R. Hickman: Go Dolphins!
Christopher R. Hickman: Go Vikings
Joshua Hickman: Dude browns are back in it! Down by a TD!
Christopher R. Hickman: Minifield Anderson
Christopher R. Hickman: Lookup Christopher Wilder
Joshua Hickman: Who is that and why?
Christopher R. Hickman: Just do it sometime
Joshua Hickman: I did...he's a killer
Christopher R. Hickman: Millionaire who killed models from Boynton Beach
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