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Trapped in Trenton: September 2008
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Friday, September 5, 2008. Sam's Club Rude Cashier. Just this past week I made a foray into the Sam's Club on Route 1, Nassau Park. There was no employee in sight but I thought, "How rude, to just stand there and wait. Let the guy whoever he is, Mr. Chicken Unslinger, do his job in peace, Fatboy. You'll get your chance. Now move your sweaty plate in your underwear ass somewheres else for a while. PLEASE! She put her hand out and said, "Give me your card.". Not exactly polite. But I'm not keeping track.
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Trapped in Trenton: My Sabres, Rob Ray, and World's Greatest Tractor Parade all in one blog!
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Monday, November 10, 2008. My Sabres, Rob Ray, and World's Greatest Tractor Parade all in one blog! On my way home to visit my mom and play some hockey in The Patch (Peterborough) I usually cut through Stirling, Ontario. It is a Mecca, at around 5,000 population (if you add in a number of the local livestock), that fuels the rest of Ontario with tractors and hockey stars. Not the greatest scorer, that Rob Ray, but NHL Hockey Star, nonetheless! Here is the cover of Rob Ray's new book, Rayzor's Edge. Stirl...
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Trapped in Trenton: July 2008
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Thursday, July 17, 2008. Dunkin Donuts or Dunkin Dimwits? We'll see. I am thrilled to see a new store in Trenton. I'm even more thrilled that it occupied an already standing empty retail establishment and I'm completely on my knees thanking God that it is a Dunkin Donuts. I love their coffee and their donuts are good too. What I like about Dunkin Donuts is it is the workin man's donut shop. No Wifi, no fancy music, no stupid name for their beverages and no burnt coffee. Dunkin Donuts rocks. So when I com...
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Trapped in Trenton: January 2008
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Friday, January 25, 2008. Breakout of Senseless Ass Kissing Trenton New Jersey. I (as Paulie Pinetella) simply could not think for myself, and despite the silent, ineffective scream in my/Paulie's head, the puppetmaster Doug nodded my head for me, through the phone. Fuck, that's fucked. All in all it was quite a frightening experience. I hope I do not have any more visions about being Arselick Paulie. Ever. G Spot on the Downhigh out! Tuesday, January 22, 2008. Fast Times At Central High. This was enough...
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Trapped in Trenton: October 2009
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Friday, October 2, 2009. Thursday, October 1, 2009. I laid sideways on the top step, scrunched myself up a bit and rolled myself down to the next step, then the next, and then the next. Finally I arrived at the landing halfway up the staircase. Nobody had noticed, so I reset myself at the first landing and rolled down the rest of stairs to the bottom, I made sure to thud good when hit the carpet at the bottom. Still nobody noticed so I cried. As Smitty ran back to our goal and picked up the frisbee, a st...
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Trapped in Trenton: "Livin The Dream"
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Thursday, October 1, 2009. I laid sideways on the top step, scrunched myself up a bit and rolled myself down to the next step, then the next, and then the next. Finally I arrived at the landing halfway up the staircase. Nobody had noticed, so I reset myself at the first landing and rolled down the rest of stairs to the bottom, I made sure to thud good when hit the carpet at the bottom. Still nobody noticed so I cried. It had been a hot summer, we were all looking forward to our first year of High School.
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Trapped in Trenton: "Yo Yo my (insert racial slur)!"
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009. Yo Yo my (insert racial slur)! I live in a fairly black neighbourhood and sometimes I hear conversations that seem to contain only one word. I will substitute "BottomFeeder" for the word I hear most. I was watching TV and I overheard from the street below one half of a conversation. Yo my bottomfeeder, yo yo. What's going on bottomfeeder. You still working bottom feeder? Only a bottomfeeder can call another bottomfeeder a bottomfeeder. Good to have rules I guess. I have heard abo...
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Trapped in Trenton: December 2007
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Thursday, December 6, 2007. Crime is down in Trenton Time to Buy! The Grand Duke of Stirling, Joseph Santiago, keeps telling us that crime is down, crime is down. So why, then, are almost all of the cherished restaurants and their patrons gone from the city? It's because what most people want is MORE FREAKIN' CRIME, right? The restaurants may be dwindling, but that doesn't mean this city can't feed you what you need. Here are some Chef Specials you missed over the last couple of weeks*:. Many I know the ...
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Trapped in Trenton: Dreams
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009. People often ask me why I came to the US. It is pretty simple, I fancied myself a talented standup comedian and writer. I figured I would come down to New York and it would not be long before my expertise was recognized and I would be the next big thing. So far I have recorded a large amount of material, much of it since I came to the United States of America, I just haven’t found a way to find my audience. It still haunts me. There was a way to get the audience, I just d...
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Trapped in Trenton: October 2008
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Friday, October 3, 2008. Dunkin Donuts, Nottingham Way, Hamilton, NJ. They are so stupid it is hard to believe. They hardly ever get my order right. None of them listen to you at all. There is a guy behind the counter who stands at the coffee area and asks what you want. All the while he is talking to someone on his bluetooth phone. I will never ever go there again. This was the best screw up yet. He places them in front of me. Two are marked regular and two are marked H for Hazelnut. I sit down at my de...
