04 January 2012

Seriously...

Prince of Wales Check

I was just kidding back there. I mean really, who wants to wander around St Augustine in 110% humidity chasing a white ball with a little crocodile on their chest?

22 comments:

Main Line Sportsman said...

Sheesh Tin-man....there was quite a disturbance in the blog-force with that specious sign-off post.

longwing said...

Your arms are not nearly long enough for that shirt.

Oyster Guy said...

Ok what's the deal....these multiple meanings are way tooo hipster for me, is The Trad jumping a shark in Brooklyn?

Dallas said...

longwing, was going to say the same. that neck to arm ratio is quite simian.

Jeff P. said...

Got a round jammed in the chamber? Remember "SPORTS". Slap, Pull, Observe, Release, Tap, Shoot! You'll be fine.

Anonymous said...

First time commenter, long time reader here...


Hitting the gin a little too hard? What's going on here? JK or no JK...

You're killin' me homeslice...

Anonymous said...

The man needs a reboot, that's all. Tickets to someplace warm. At least a week, 10 days.

Anonymous said...

You bastard.

Suburban Princess said...

Since you poo-poohed bloggers who retire...then un-retire...then retire...

Anonymous said...

What prompted you tt ?

A few too many ?

Fred

tintin said...

Main Line- Specious? I thought it was crystal clear from the very start. You must not have read the post.

Longwing - Thanks for bringing up my short arms, Longwing. I can always count on you.

Oyster Guy - Hidden meanings? Maybe. Still, you should'a seen this coming like a freight train in Alberta.

Dallas- Purchased at the Pink boutique in the old Marshall Fields in State St. Must'a been eight or nine yrs ago. On sale, no doubt, thanks to that neck/arm ratio.

Jeff P - Did you get an EIB?

Anon- You didn't read the post. You gots to go back and read the post. And I don't drink gin anymore. Everything else...but no gin.

Anon 17:48- Maybe 10 days of golf at the World Golf Village?

Anon- I might be but did you read the post?

Suburban Princess- Finally! Someone who read the post.

Alice Olive said...

Heh. Goodness, caused a bit of a dummy-spit, haven't you?!

tintin said...

Fred- Stone cold sober, Fred. Like when you painted your pants.

Alice- I love that expression. You have no idea what you do to me when you talk Australian.

Anonymous said...

"Anon 17:48- Maybe 10 days of golf at the World Golf Village?"

No.

Come to Amelia Island, how about the Concours in March when it's still bitter in NY but we've fully warmed up down here. Book the Trot and yourself into the Ritz [great golf] or the Omni [above average golf]. Just do it. Dress down.

Think thaw. Say that 12 times.

http://www.ameliaconcours.org/

Anonymous said...

Perhaps a nice welcome back for HTJ the 16th time?????????? Love it.

Anonymous said...

Tinny, you don't need to return my irrate call now....8>} ME

Anonymous said...

Was all of this sort of like being able to attend your own funeral?

Beefeater said...

Knew it.

Anonymous said...

Good to hear after the various manic swings, you are not abandoning us tin.

Now back to business with a provocative and possibly obstreperous question of no small small philosophical interest:
how do you wear your male bits? Circumcised or un --
and any thoughts or recommendations on the matter?
any interesting stories?

tintin said...

Anon- Ah...the Ritz Carlton on Amelia. A beautiful location marred only by the employees. Never have I heard, "My pleasure..." said with such scorn.

Anon 21:04 There is a difference between those who just disappear and come back vs those pandering for praise. Now that I've had a taste of it I must admit...I'd rather be called a short fat fuck.

ME- But I will.

Anon 22:51 - Yes, although I assumed some were happy to see me go. Just like my funeral will be.

Beefeater- You read the post then.

Anon 06:20 - I can't remember. I haven't seen it in five years.

katon said...

Thanks for everything anyway. :)

Hazen Pingree said...

Golf is a crass middle class sport for men that lack imagination and a sense of adventure . . . sniff* I knew you wouldn't sink that low.