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I believe it was Patrick Henry's brother, Biff, who said, "Give you liberty?!? Are you daft, man?!? What about saturated fats? Food with no flavor is death!" Danny here knows a thing or two about the advantages of cooking with beef fat

Unless the getawy car was a 1996 Taurus The cop could describe it as looking like a catfish with wheels

So are we. Seriously though, there is some weird, unexplainable phenomena taking place in your pad, man which can't be merely ascribed to pure coincidence. The chances that every can of spray paint you touch turning into a potential pigmentation grenade are beyond astronomical. You should consider putting these powers to good use. Play the lottery.

Well said, sir! That is a most enlightening analysis, Mr. Bill. Consider me sold on your uncanny ability to explain the unexplainable so that even the common man may be in awe of your most excellent and humongously big intellect.

Got back home with two pastramis on rye, pickles, two orders of coleslaw. I even brought my kid home. You really don't want to know what the damage was. I kid around with you guys about living outside of civilization; but, I honestly feel bad that you not having easy access to some things I take for granted like real delis, pizza places run by real Italians or even really good greasy spoon luncheonettes. I went nuts in Tennessee and Germany not being able to get a freakin' corned beef sandwich, nova lox with cream cheese on an everything bagel or even something as simple as dirty water dog with mustard, sauerkraut and onions. This stuff has been a part of my life and not having any of these around made me realize how much I really missed my old neighborhood, warts and all. I knew exactly how Henry Hill felt when he was in Witness Protection.

You're cursed. Consider an exorcism.

Speaking of a real good pastrami sangwich, this is what one looks like, courtesy of Carnegie Deli: nuthin' except two thin slices of crusty rye, piles o'pastrami with spicy brown mustard, a side of coleslaw, a whole lotta garlic dill pickles and a New York Egg Cream to wash it all down. Damm, Bill! Now I'm grabbing Junior and heading to Katz's Delicatessen on the Lower East Side (Carnegie closes in an hour. Katz's is 24/7) and get two!

When I was a kid, an old woman, who we called the "Pretzel Lady" sold fresh soft pretzels out of an old baby carriage outside the entrance of the neighborhood movie theater for a nickel apiece. NY Pretzel is located in Bushwick. They sell a bag of 20 pretzels for six bucks if you ask. A couple blocks away is the Joyva confectionery factory. Joyva makes stuff like halvah in different flavors, tahini and raspberry and orange jelly rings and bars. http://www.joyva.com/

Yup, I remember the bierstube in Germany, Mike. I was stationed in Mittelfranken for four and a half years. I always went to the places in located in small towns and villages because they had the best beer and food.

Bill, remember the good old days when bars had big jars of deviled eggs and bowls of hard boiled eggs behind the bar and bowls of , pickles, peanuts, popcorn and chips on the bar? Now a bar owner has to be sensitive to customers' allergies and that communal munchies are unsanitary. Alcohol is an excellent disinfectant.

I could say the same about mayo on a roast beef, corned beef or pastrami sandwich. And, I know there are some of you out there who defile monuments to meat in such a blasphemous manner; so, don't try to deny it!

No to the first; yes to the second; yes to the third. How about a hot soft pretzel covered with salt and spicy brown mustard? Or a nice, cold refreshing piragua?

Defective pizza crust is not tolerated here. There are severe penalties for such major transgressions:

Where do you store them and how warm is it in that location? If this happens to all of your aerosol cans, it's way too hot.

Don't feel bad. Check out the prices at Fornino, Juliana's http://www.julianaspizza.com/menus/dine_in#menus and Lucali's, a favorite of celebrities and wannabes owned by mob associate Mark Iacono http://places.singleplatform.com/lucali/menu?ref=google located near me. Regular pizza places charge $12 for a large pie and $2.75 for a slice. Interestingly, the price for a slice is always equal to the current subway fare. It is known as the Pizza Principle: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pizza_Principle I remember when a slice, and a subway token were both 15 cents and a large pie was less than a buck. Out of curiosity, what do you guys call this: and, do you A. eat it by folding it up and chowing down or B. use a knife and fork

Fiat - Fix It Again Tony.

That would depend on the neighborhood.

That reminds me of the old Wendy's "Soviet Fashion Show" ad https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFaIcx0WkOY

Tan is the perfect color to enhance the appearance of injection molded door panels and other plastic flooflah found in today's automotive wonders. This soothing hue disguises the chinziness of interior appointments and deflects driver and passenger attention from the distinctive, hollow "THOOMP" heard when passing through a minor pothole. A red interior will only make you realize that you're really pissed off for getting suckered by the dealer's hard sell. Corinthian Leather, anyone?

A fearsome parking lot pirate, he is.

In the case of black, it's part of subliminal messaging to consumers. Black, and other dark colors, are marketed to impart a more aggressive appearance to all kinds of products, especially cars. Black gives the impression that the car is badass and should be taken seriously, just like the driver. Remember that when toilet plunger-shaped Montgomery pulls up next to you in this he means business.

"Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black." Henry Ford

Well, I was going to buy you a round. Unfortunately, you being a sheriff, you're prohibited from accepting gratuities. You can thank Frank Serpico for that.

You should get paid by the word; then, you can buy a round for the house.

Not unexpected. Not good for U.S. autoworkers. Ford had also announced its plans to move south.