Greetings, Goodboys Nation weblog fanatics! Troy Donahue here. The Great White Shank has, in the vernacular of The Funny Guy (he’s the one with the horns), “Gone Mustang”, leaving me here to tend the roost.
I know what you’re thinking – why is some dead Hollywood has-been manning the command post of some earnest, yet innocuous blog out here on the blogsphere equivalent of Indian territory? Well, first of all, it’s not as if I’m a stranger to these parts. Second of all, The Great White Shank has a soft spot for has-beens. So what to write about to fill this space? How ’bout this:
Was this a great ’90s song or what? Primitive Radio Gods’ “Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand”. Heh. As The Great White Shank is wont to say, crank it up!
I know TGWS is gonna find this pretty cool. I guarantee you’ll never see Michelle Obama straddlin’ a hog.
I Want Revenge may be the early favorite for this Saturday’s Kentucky Derby, but I know from his bookie that TGWS is still undecided – he loves both Dunkirk (4-1) and Atomic Rain (50-1). Why Atomic Rain, you ask? I know TGWS loves to post about hopeless causes.
I always thought Boaz Walton Long never got enough credit for his work as ambassador to Ecuador back in 1943. Hmm…maybe he did – after all, he became ambassador to Guatemala the very next year. Or maybe it was a demotion?
The Great White Shank just phoned in again – he tells me he hopes Julio Lugo never darkens the dirt at shortstop for the Sox ever again.
And speaking of chicken, I’ve always thought thighs are a heckuva lot easier to cook and are tastier no matter how you do them than breasts. If you’re looking for decent breasts… uh, never mind…