Rounds of roses are wonderful — and the color chosen will tell what your luck might be even prior to St. Patrick’s Day — but we all love nachos, ask the more current insignia, and you don’t need to order a dozen, as per Hallmark’s usual protocol.
One local venue has on a sign that glorifies it, in part with an ode to The Stones and their regarded rendering, one of dozens, of big-lips-and-tongue-stuck-out. Bawdy with big brawn, on this coming day that celebrates beauty. Thus the Agave Kitchen makes nachos for newlyweds and others, and adds tacos that are advertised as having a prime ingredient going beyond fish, as in calamari, or earlier salmon. Without having to first consult the prime rate.
Then this revelation, as I resolve now, after NYE, to make this recommendation, to make reservations for you and her without any reservation or any resignation or remorse, to engage in downtown Brickstyle Pizza. This stated on their sign on Super Bowl Sunday, perhaps less of a date night, so make your reservations here, before halftime comes, (OK I made up that last part.) But even now, just call them …
— But back to when they were the football ‘aints and there were bags on the heads of the, what I think, fans bored to death as in the Crucifixion season coming, as yesterday was Ash Wednesday, see more gridiron-related goodies below … Yesterday was also V-Day, of course, and thus as well Saints Day, as per Saint Valentine, but not for All Saints in this day, as some can’t make a pass and thus pass the test in their passing yardage for more than a dozen as in roses yards. Drew Brees changed that — like my friend(s) as in Bree could have changed modeling — and considering that he made it such a breeze why could this have been done back before the heyday of Archie Manning took hold … But read below. —
So say it ain’t so, we could go back to when they were known as the ‘aints, as they have not won The Bowl for many years — after being gung-ho for a while midstream. Yes these are the New Orleans Saints, how apparently have a local fan … who tipped us off and tipped his hat, which he then lost after tipping a few, as it set outside the door of The Smilin’ Moose for a while, then got moved to sit atop a parking meter, and back. It made note of the fact that this football “club” was established in 1967, which I think of more as the era of another Super Bowl star, the Packers’ Bart Starr.
Then to cap it off …
So if you accept The Cup — not the Stanley version, as Paul of KISS also — you still can have more pizza-azza by going to the Village Inn, and taking in their Detroit-style pie form. Motor City matters, as per its mascot madman. I think the guy down the street might have been there, as he’s been waving from his pole a Lion’s flag, a team that’s had about as much recent success, prior to this season’s push through the playoffs, as the Saints. But Detroit is still not powerful enough to be called the ‘ions. Got consenants “covered.”
There was set on the side of a Detroit-like truck, a logo of a Bigfoot — who by the way is said to be seen in these parts, read about it here later — of my valentine, since he’s carrying a rose. You local lady said he sounds cool, might like to date him! Similarly, a heart-harkened insignia on another sign, for the Hudson Hot Air Affair, was seen even after its holding. Also offered were ‘ngrats to the state-bound Hudson Dance Team, as the other squads are ingrates? Backers were seen during the HHAA wandering the streets, bearing banners in support of their squad.
In an online ad, there is another scene, of a very leggy blonde woman in a very short skirt who is walking a latenight Saudi street alongside who else but an Arab Oil Shiek, who himself does not seem to have any lacking-clothing-restriction, as he’s really duded up. Check out the song Rock the Casbah, if you think it kosher, for how the two ends Clash.
I also as The Day nears, reference Cosmo and its covers, showing how to among other things fry it up in a pan in regard to bacon while doing it all … And speaking of such, also its message from its ilk to take an oath to “spend more time naked,” although we question the motivations for making such a suggestion, and the degree of value it has in the first place. We guess the line came from a (bit obsessed?) male associate editor. Abject abs as an object anyone?
As per this ad: Two “nuns” wearing skimpy Halloween attire while having hands folded and lips pursed, as this could be right on All Saints Day.
So the new perfect woman, as created by AI and now gracing our brains and putting pressure on our now young girls to look the same way. But what about the new best man? And per our newly annointed and token female, she still needs to be adorned with headgear, just not a hairpiece.
And that ad from a place called Lovesac, on pre-Presidents Day, not the V-Day that name would suggest. But I think Trump got some help from them. Biden abstains.
I also spied two second-story balcony “bears” kissing, above a bar. Like Romeo and Juliet? Beckoning Blue Oyster Cult. Could the pair be bi-polar? Up the block, at Bee’s Knees, you can see the biggest and best sign of them all, using 35 words to say why both she and you are special. Along with a mylar balloon that’s almost half as tall as she is. Nextdoor at another antique shop is — another Bigfoot — wearing a Stars War cap, to be like Chewbacca.