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Saturday, June 11, 2005

The first day of my summer vacation, I woke up. Then, I went downtown. To look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drugstore...



The Illustration Friday word of the week is SUMMER. Here is most honerable summer haiku:
I hate the summer.
I really hate winter too.
Move to Monterrey.

-TTFN
Tony

Bonus question- can anyone tell me what summer job Billy finally got?

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Billy cooks green eyes
He works Japanese resturant
During the Summer

Billy has a hearing problem and was meant to cook french fries?

Aravis said...

I haven't a clue. I'm too busy empathizing with the image. Another great one, btw!

Tony LaRocca said...

LOL, ok, here's a hint, it's from an old Cheech & Chong record

Anonymous said...

Keeping people from hanging out in front of the drug store?

Tony LaRocca said...

Bingo! "Class... claaaasss... SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
Thank you!" (hee hee hee)

Anonymous said...

The sun kisses the morning skies. The birds kiss the butterflies. The dew kisses the morning grass.

Does this mean I'm old?

Tony LaRocca said...

Nah, we're a bunch of younglings ;)

aeioubooks said...

I'm with you. I absolutely HATE summer in NYC. Fuggedaboudit the pools around here. I wouldn't be surprised to see eyeballs floating in them. Ahhhhh!

Tony LaRocca said...

Actualy, I'm starting to work at Kosciusko pool in Brooklyn tomorrow. (Outdoor lighting- I think.) Timing, eh?

steve said...

My take on this is that Billy started working in a 'see' food resturant as a chef of visual treats.
My gawd, that will get Tony rilly pissed at me...

Tony LaRocca said...

nah, I lives for puns, my precious

steve said...

My Birthday present...precious...

french toast girl said...

Did we ever actually try to fry an egg on the sidewalk? I have a feeling Mom wouldn't let us, but that didn't stop us, usually...

love, me

Tony LaRocca said...

Probably better than the time I cut a poor worm up into pieces because I thought it would make a bunch of little worms (as they keep on squiggling) Mom was horrified.

I don't remember an egg- I remember dad making "Sun tea" and we thought it was TOTALY DISGUSTING since there was no sugar at all in it. Blech.

Speaking of dad's tastes & the word "blech" let us not forget... PASTA CON LE SARDE! (Or as mom called it, "Shirley Beach" - you have to live in Long Island NY to get it.)

Carolyn said...

Mmmm....eyeballs!