loumerkin
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I once floated the gulfstream for four weeks lashed to an orca carcass with a mad Samoan named October. Fairly ruined me on the whole month.
8:11 PM Nov 13th
from Birdhouse
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Every other Tuesday was Whore Day. Take it easy, padre. It ain't like it sounds. The whores didn't start showing up til nightfall.
4:10 PM Oct 19th
from Birdhouse
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Night golf. Three straight dickouts and somehow that boob Colonel Frank is still two under. Some mick.
7:31 PM Sep 4th
from Birdhouse
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Ain't been that scrambled in Boston since the night Gus Dorner tied ass with the Irish doorman at that all-night rye palace down in Medford.
8:12 AM Aug 3rd
from Birdhouse
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So what. Some rash-assed snotballer zilched a bunch of Florida bushers? Hell, Cicotte coulda done-in that crew, and he's been dead 40 years.
2:16 PM Jul 23rd
from Birdhouse
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You call this a sazerac? Sweet smoking Christ in a copper Indian shitbox. Gimme that hooch tin and go sit by the dames.
6:10 PM Jun 24th
from Birdhouse
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Cashews are poison to a tomcat.
12:45 PM Jun 5th
from Birdhouse
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D.H. Lawrence was a draft dodger.
Least he woulda been.
6:49 PM May 21st
from Birdhouse
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I was one wink from serving Cartier a boot to the crapsack. Then he explained "au revoir" was just Frenchman-speak for bon voyage.
1:08 PM May 13th
from Birdhouse
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@ I split a room with Joe Crisp on his Browns stint in '11. He never hit much, but old Crispy could sing like a Kashmir Nuthatch.
2:10 PM May 2nd
from Birdhouse
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I spent two years shacked up with Edith Wharton in Schwimdale, washing dishes at a lady golfer's club under the name Byrd Gypsum.
5:43 PM Apr 30th
from Birdhouse
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Matter of fact I bunked with Bea Arthur's papa before he dropped out to become a no-good rummy shoemaker. He was always on about that boy.
11:03 AM Apr 26th
from Birdhouse
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Felsch once found a baby pelican in the bullpen. Named it Six, and raised it on pickled eggs and Cracker Jack. Goddamn bird broke his heart.
9:30 AM Apr 21st
from Birdhouse
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@ Something in your way reminds me of Barbara Kent. Her hair smelled like pawpaws and Harveys Bristol Cream.
7:28 AM Apr 14th
from web
in reply to loraxgotaposse
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This is my handmade pewter and scrimshaw hooch flask. There are many like it, but this one I pinched from an expired Dutch naval officer.
3:48 PM Apr 13th
from Birdhouse
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Buck Stamps never scored high marks from the dames, but the one-eared bastard sure knew his way around an Arkansas toothpick.
10:33 AM Apr 3rd
from web
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Mulcahy had his granddaughter sneak in a bottle of sloe gin, but the half-witted boob forgot to tell her to bring lemons. Some mick.
6:05 AM Mar 18th
from web
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In his whole time with the club, probably nothing Wurtzman did attracted so much poor favor as the time he brought that callgirl to chapel.
6:11 AM Mar 11th
from Tweetie
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@ Is Cy Perkins still running that little gin palace down around Wilcox? Tell him Lou says hey. Tell him he's all wet.
7:18 AM Mar 6th
from web
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Come crying to me the day you spend two weeks inside a grandfather clock.
9:09 PM Feb 26th
from Tweetie
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- Name Lou Merkin
- Location They put me in here
- Bio SAG/AFTRA (ret), Foreign Legion (ret), USMC (ret), MLB (ret)
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