Tag Archive for Phid

David E. Davis Was Wrong

He said the A-bodies would be the most successful GM cars ever.  Why was he wrong?

Buick Century 1.5

Chocolate velvet on the inside

  • No v. 1.0 models exist any longer.  There are plenty of 1.5s like this – well, more than zero – and you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a 2.0.  Still, Cadillac Escalade.  Boom, roasted.
  • This?  AYFKM?  Yellow on the outside, brown on the inside?  Bizarro world dog turd is what that color combination is.
  • Nevermind that Papa Don drove one like this – he got the employee discount, or, more likely, they paid him to take this shitbox.
  • Nevermind too, that Phid introduced me to the song Delirious in the 1982 version of this car.

They were handy for CMU road trips.  I’ll give them that.

All Gtowed Up

Oh, Thank Heaven

Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying.  Pod and OG were finishing college.  Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit.  His job at one restaurant or another at least gave…

Holiday motel

Alex Trebek: It is the only acceptable excuse for

missing Phid’s bachelor party. Q: What is coming to this dive with Madonna for bible reading, Scientology auditing 401K seminar late one night when she drops into town unannounced? HOLIDAY MOTEL – Your home for make up/first time/finally after six months of trying nookie. P.S. I am sorry I missed the party. Still. P.P.S. My alternative proved to be much…

oooo, exotic

oooo, exotic

Genuine New Orleans, right here.

Phid: I am going to Mardi Gras with my balding friend.
: ooo, exciting. Bring me back some exotic beer you cannot find here.
: ‘K. Give me cash.
: Uh, I work at 7-Eleven. Hence, no spare money.
: No problem.


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