Making a buck cleaning Lester's spittle trays on Sequels' 22-year old supermodel abs

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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
This likens beauty to height. You either got it genetically, or you aren't going to have it. Pretty harsh, isn't it?

Life is harsh, Mr. Catmandu.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
You should try reading something besides Charles Bukowski, Hank.

Especially now that he's stopped doing new books.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
I'm pretty sure that he made up a purported traveling companion in his Australia book so that he could pass off his schtick as dialogue between the two of them. Which wouldn't be the biggest sin in the world if I liked his schtick, but I don't.

You should try reading something besides Charles Bukowski, Hank.

Why are you reading him given that he sucks?

Recommending him to Hank, however, I understand.

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Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Why are you reading him given that he sucks?

Recommending him to Hank, however, I understand.

I listened to a short history of nearly everything when I was unpacking from a move and found it passed the time nicely. I probably have bad taste.

[lo-berry]

Originally posted by str8outavannuys
Jet Blue from Burbank / JFK. Hartford flights were pricey, and I want to see what the Jet Blue fuss is about.

Use the money you saved on JetBlue and take a limo or a town car to Connecticut you cheap mutherfucker. Did you flunk out of Yale?

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Why are you reading him given that he sucks?

Recommending him to Hank, however, I understand.

You should make this your avatar, or would it be too outing?

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Can I send you a picture? I want to know if I'm truly beautiful, because if I am, and fitness doesn't matter, I want to pack on the fucking feedbag and let myself reeeaaallly fucking go.

Please let me know. I've years of glazed hams, big macs and triple fudge sundaes to catch up on...

DOn't be fatuous, sebby. You know that there is a difference people staying healthy and being a fanatic. And that difference is obsession.

From what I understand, you are hot enough that you don't need to lift weights. Just a few pushups and situps and you are just fine.

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
This likens beauty to height. You either got it genetically, or you aren't going to have it. Pretty harsh, isn't it?

It is a foul truth I utter indeed.

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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
How then do your explain the overdone high maintenance, plastic-surgeried rich fitness fanatics who cruise around my gym, acting out all the stereotypical behaviors of whhat Wolfe called the "social x-rays" in Bonfire? I dislike the "Denise the hairdresser" look, but isn't the vapid, overcoiffed "wife-of-[insert successful husband here] cruising in her S500 4Matic to get a manicure" look just a high rent version of that same white trash look? I mean, isn't most of the cookie cutter look you see in the waelthy burbs a variety of that white-trashedness, just with a few more bucks to throw at it? Is a facelift really different than a boob job? How about a nose job? Is that OK? I'm not challenging or disagreeing with you, I'm just making an observation.

I'm trading in the Mercedes. Now stop picking on me.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
DOn't be fatuous, sebby. You know that there is a difference people staying healthy and being a fanatic. And that difference is obsession.

From what I understand, you are hot enough that you don't need to lift weights. Just a few pushups and situps and you are just fine.

My old man is 240, and he looks pregnant. I either run a half hour on the machine evry day or I'm doomed.

Bad genetics. Trust me, I'd looooove not to work out. I don't enjoy it (except for the endorphin rush).

Fatuous? Thanks. I forgot about that word. Thats a fantastic word. I'm going to use that in the brief I'm writing, even if it doesn't fit.

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
My old man is 240, and he looks pregnant. I either run a half hour on the machine evry day or I'm doomed.

Bad genetics. Trust me, I'd looooove not to work out. I don't enjoy it (except for the endorphin rush).

Fatuous? Thanks. I forgot about that word. Thats a fantastic word. I'm going to use that in the brief I'm writing, even if it doesn't fit.

Sebby, don't be dumbest. A daily half hour of exercise is not fanatical.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
YOur HS was definitely better than mine. I didn't meet guys who recited lengthy Holy Grail bits until grad school.

Come to think of it, your HS must have been better than my grad school, because I don't recall ever discussing sine or cosine curves there.

I feel so inadequate.

Don't feel inadequate. A quick consultation with my old Math Blaster coloring book seems to indicate that these things weren't invented until after we graduated high school.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
don't be dumbest.

Only lo berry awards "dumbest." you can no more do that than I can start a poll.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
DOn't be fatuous, sebby. You know that there is a difference people staying healthy and being a fanatic. And that difference is obsession.

From what I understand, you are hot enough that you don't need to lift weights. Just a few pushups and situps and you are just fine.

What about running 70 miles per week?

I can guarantee it doesn't make me physically look better...

But I always feel like I can run through a wall, even when I'm, not running, and I don't get tired or sore doing anything.*

*except for bowling. My god, two games and my wrist is killing me. I'll never make it past the semis.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
How then do your explain the overdone high maintenance, plastic-surgeried rich fitness fanatics who cruise around my gym, acting out all the stereotypical behaviors of whhat Wolfe called the "social x-rays" in Bonfire? I dislike the "Denise the hairdresser" look, but isn't the vapid, overcoiffed "wife-of-[insert successful husband here] cruising in her S500 4Matic to get a manicure" look just a high rent version of that same white trash look? I mean, isn't most of the cookie cutter look you see in the waelthy burbs a variety of that white-trashedness, just with a few more bucks to throw at it? Is a facelift really different than a boob job? How about a nose job? Is that OK? I'm not challenging or disagreeing with you, I'm just making an observation.

See? Think about it long enough and you answer your own question.

"Denise" is not actually a hairdresser; she's a legal secretary or a physician's assistant, or a cocktail waitress at the last three-martini lunch lounge downtown. The reason for the fake tits and the bleached blond hair is so she will look enough like the hookers and strippers that Marv, the divorced-long-enough-to-have-gotten-back-on-his-feet PI lawyer is sick of throwing money at for bodyslides and blowjobs on the road.

She knows that this will enhance her ability to attract Marv's attention. And she knows that Marv will marry her pretty quick because she swallows, and like Marv, she doesn't want any kids.*

From the first blowjob to the first S500 is only a matter of months. And she knows Marv won't ultimately throw her aside for a youngetr version of herself in 10 years because, well, he really doesn't have the looks or style to pull that maneuver off twice.

*Marv doesn't want any more kids because the child support from his first marriage is already costing him a left nut; Denise doesn't want them because pregnancy will fuck up the boob job.