Purple suits, 5-0, and Pastor Bob:

Thought for the Day:
Passion is the quickest to develop, and the quickest to fade. Intimacy develops more slowly, and commitment more gradually still. Robert Sternberg


(Everyone wish Nolff a very Happy Birthday!)

NLT Re-Cap:
Ok, last nights No-Love-Thursday meeting was ….shall we say one for the books. Those in attendance were: myself, Pastor Bob, Adventure Girl, The Bitter Red Headed Lady, Phil the Kabala Follower, Tiny, the always ravishing Mrs. JQP, Sky Capt. and his pretty Wife the Blond Headed Girl. Making a cameo was M. Chamberlain, as himself.

We had secret elections, and Adventure Girl is now our President, also Pastor Bob was unseated as the organizational Chaplain, chiefly because he has a 1970’s cop/gay porn mustache. Phil the Kabala Follower will now assume his responsibilities, and as he told us we are now to call him Rabbi Phil.

Much drinking ensued, I myself leading the charge, after all I wanted my heart monitor to get an accurate gauge of just who and what I am. Tiny as some point came up with this outlandish tale of how I chased him out of the Rugby Bar Sunday by trying to urinate on him, what a joker that Tiny is! ... and Sky Capt said he will fly both Pastor Bob and I down to Memphis, however we have to make a stop on a dirt airfield 3 klicks outside of Tegucigalpa first.

Now this is where the evening took a rather radical twist, Pastor Bob being upset over his defeat in a much contested race for NLT Chaplain, stated to my wife, “I am taking JQP with me, I have cash don’t worry, I will bring him home.

Brothers and sisters, what a long strange trip we went on. The highlights:

The places we went they either thought: we were undercover cops, or excise-police.

In some of the places however they shouted, “Damn! There’s JQP! this shit is fix’n to get off the hook!”

Someone told me I look ashy.

Black men can pull off a purple suit, I can not.

We stayed on the city’s unfashionable Southside.

We only went to bars whose name ended in Tap.

I coin checked a “green beret” funny he didn’t know what I was talking about.

Pastor Bob had three men try to mug him in the pisser (don’t worry, I rolled in on that, and yes Timmy there was a fist fight.)

I had someone pull a gun on me, So, I showed him mine; (I don’t have a gun, read between the lines). I then called him queer. But, the fact remains, mine was and is bigger.

Pastor Bob gets scared a lot.

Indiana African-American men don’t like Melungeons.

However their ladies do, I got 7, yes seven, count them phone numbers and two back rubs.

I am told I have pretty green eyes.

I fixed the carburetor on some guys 1963 Buick with a paper clip.

Pastor Bob did not take me home.

The FWPD did, and no I wasn’t arrested, they were called by the patrons of one establishment we were at.

Cops love me, we went back to the bar with the guy who had the gun.

After that we went to the Macedonian Road House and got free pickled cabbage.

My wife loves it when the cops bring me home.

All, in all… I would have to say NLT is back on track.

Your Drinks for the Week:

JQP's Breakfast Eggnog

Drink Ingredients
2 oz. Apricot Brandy
0.5 oz. Triple Sec
dash Nutmeg
1 Egg (raw, just like me)
6 oz. Milk
2 hot peppers

Instruction
Eat the two hot peppers. Shake all ingredients (except nutmeg) with cracked ice and strain into a Collins glass. Sprinkle nutmeg on top and serve.

Rosé’s Drawers

Drink Ingredients
1 oz. Blue Curacao
1 oz. Peach Schnapps
1 1/4 oz. Jose Cuervo Tequila
4 oz. Sweet & Sour mix

Serve over ice, that’s how Hemingway would have done it.

The Pearl Street Cooler

Drink Ingredients
1/2 oz. Lemon Juice
1 oz. Rum
1/4 oz. Green Creme de Menthe
RC Cola

Instruction
Pour first into a tall glass filled with ice, top with soda.

(I made Nolff a Ginger Bread House for his Birthday! Hope he likes it!)

Today’s Bill:

SONNET 65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Your Peeing Girls for the Week:

Your Mail Order Brides for the Week:
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=Nusik
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=mavvka
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=savanahqueen
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=SilverDust
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=jam
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=HEIDY
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=rutchie

Quote of the Day:
Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job.
Victor Hugo

I remain, steadfast in my belief that white people do in fact smell like chickens.

JQP