Is there a Dog Shit Park where you live?

What's it called?

On Mon, 16 Aug 2021 20:08:32 -0700 (PDT), "bosodeniro@gmail.com"
<bosodeniro@gmail.com> wrote:

>Is there a Dog Shit Park where you live?
>
>What's it called?

In Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have a Korean neighbor. His name is Mr.
Hun Yaun Park. I'm not sure why but the kids in the neighborhood have
taken to calling him "Dog Shit Park". I'm guessing it's because he
smells like dog shit.

> In Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have a Korean neighbor. His name is Mr.
> Hun Yaun Park. I'm not sure why but the kids in the neighborhood have
> taken to calling him "Dog Shit Park". I'm guessing it's because he
> smells like dog shit.

As a kid I lived for a time in Yonkers NY in a project. My grandmother lived nearby in an upstairs apartment overlooking a lawn of hardened mud. The smell of dog shit was in the air. But it was not foul. It was just there.. The memory of it is strong in my brain. Odor and memory go hand in hand. I'm not talking about fresh dog shit here, I'm talking the hard type - old, uncollected, just part of the landscape. Reminds me of a scene from the movie Carlito's Way (which I liked), where Carlito just got out of prison and is back in his old barrio for the first time in a while, getting the tour from a friend who says, "Nothin' left. Like them old cowboy movies, only instead of tumbleweed and cow dung we got stripped car wrecks and dog shit." From that line alone I could smell his neighborhood. It had a nostalgic vibe to it.

On Tuesday, August 17, 2021 at 10:26:40 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > In Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have a Korean neighbor. His name is Mr.
> > Hun Yaun Park. I'm not sure why but the kids in the neighborhood have
> > taken to calling him "Dog Shit Park". I'm guessing it's because he
> > smells like dog shit.
> As a kid I lived for a time in Yonkers NY in a project. My grandmother lived nearby in an upstairs apartment overlooking a lawn of hardened mud. The smell of dog shit was in the air. But it was not foul. It was just there. The memory of it is strong in my brain. Odor and memory go hand in hand. I'm not talking about fresh dog shit here, I'm talking the hard type - old, uncollected, just part of the landscape. Reminds me of a scene from the movie Carlito's Way (which I liked), where Carlito just got out of prison and is back in his old barrio for the first time in a while, getting the tour from a friend who says, "Nothin' left. Like them old cowboy movies, only instead of tumbleweed and cow dung we got stripped car wrecks and dog shit." From that line alone I could smell his neighborhood. It had a nostalgic vibe to it.

Nothing like breaking open a crusted over dog shit to see and smell the gooey center.

> Nothing like breaking open a crusted over dog shit to see and smell the gooey center.

Man, if there were a way to condense that down so it would fit on a tee shirt I know it would be a big seller. Straight through the crust to the pudding beneath. Dive your nose into it. See, you hit it right on the head - succinctly. Your crusted over dog turd that does not smell till it is busted open only serves to prove my theory that hardened filth not only does not smell, it holds in the smell of the pudding below. Hard things don't smell. Go soft and watch that odor soar aloft.

On Friday, August 20, 2021 at 10:51:09 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Nothing like breaking open a crusted over dog shit to see and smell the gooey center.
> Man, if there were a way to condense that down so it would fit on a tee shirt I know it would be a big seller. Straight through the crust to the pudding beneath. Dive your nose into it. See, you hit it right on the head - succinctly. Your crusted over dog turd that does not smell till it is busted open only serves to prove my theory that hardened filth not only does not smell, it holds in the smell of the pudding below. Hard things don't smell. Go soft and watch that odor soar aloft.

Maybe Leif can do it.

> Man, if there were a way to condense that down so it would fit on a tee shirt I know it would be a big seller. Straight through the crust to the pudding beneath. Dive your nose into it. See, you hit it right on the head - succinctly. Your crusted over dog turd that does not smell till it is busted open only serves to prove my theory that hardened filth not only does not smell, it holds in the smell of the pudding below. Hard things don't smell. Go soft and watch that odor soar aloft.

> Maybe Leif can do it.

Do what? There was a lot of doing in that post. Busting through hard crust to the pudding below, holding in the smell of the pudding below, or going soft and watching the odor soar aloft. Or do you mean that Leif can take the pudding/crust bit to the stage from where it goes on to trend nationally. You know, just now looking at my post, digging deep into it's inner meaning, I see now how soft and hard apply to stench in all it's magnificent forms. Take the cock. Ordinarily people don't talk about cocks smelling. Oh, sometimes you'll hear it, but the cock doesn't rank up there with farts and turds on the odor scale. But even there, use your imagination. Imagine a 10 foot tall cock - a real one - hard as a rock, as stenchless as a statue. Now imagine the hard ten footer suddenly folding down to just an inch of skin. In that one brief moment - you gotta get it close - the implosion of hard to soft creates a reek to rival that of any fart or turd. But like I say, you have to get in really close and sniff it fast because as a non traditionally smelly thing it doesn't last very long. But it's powerful. You just have to get in close and you'll notice it. With anything going from hard to soft a smell takes place. There is smell to everything. I know. I was born a nose and grew into a human body.

On Tuesday, August 17, 2021 at 3:04:18 PM UTC-7, Judith Latham wrote:
> On Mon, 16 Aug 2021 20:08:32 -0700 (PDT), "bosod...@gmail.com"
> <bosod...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> >Is there a Dog Shit Park where you live?
> >
> >What's it called?
> In Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have a Korean neighbor. His name is Mr.
> Hun Yaun Park. I'm not sure why but the kids in the neighborhood have
> taken to calling him "Dog Shit Park". I'm guessing it's because he
> smells like dog shit.

You almost sound genuine as Judith Latham, but the slightly sociopathic TJ always bleeds through.

On 8/25/2021 10:55 PM, bosodeniro@gmail.com wrote:
> On Tuesday, August 17, 2021 at 3:04:18 PM UTC-7, Judith Latham wrote:
>> On Mon, 16 Aug 2021 20:08:32 -0700 (PDT), "bosod...@gmail.com"
>> <bosod...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>> Is there a Dog Shit Park where you live?
>>>
>>> What's it called?
>> In Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have a Korean neighbor. His name is Mr.
>> Hun Yaun Park. I'm not sure why but the kids in the neighborhood have
>> taken to calling him "Dog Shit Park". I'm guessing it's because he
>> smells like dog shit.
>
> You almost sound genuine as Judith Latham, but the slightly sociopathic TJ always bleeds through.
>

Forgive me if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you talking about?

On Tuesday, August 24, 2021 at 10:24:01 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Man, if there were a way to condense that down so it would fit on a tee shirt I know it would be a big seller. Straight through the crust to the pudding beneath. Dive your nose into it. See, you hit it right on the head - succinctly. Your crusted over dog turd that does not smell till it is busted open only serves to prove my theory that hardened filth not only does not smell, it holds in the smell of the pudding below. Hard things don't smell. Go soft and watch that odor soar aloft.
>
>
> > Maybe Leif can do it.
> Do what? There was a lot of doing in that post. Busting through hard crust to the pudding below, holding in the smell of the pudding below, or going soft and watching the odor soar aloft. Or do you mean that Leif can take the pudding/crust bit to the stage from where it goes on to trend nationally.. You know, just now looking at my post, digging deep into it's inner meaning, I see now how soft and hard apply to stench in all it's magnificent forms. Take the cock. Ordinarily people don't talk about cocks smelling. Oh, sometimes you'll hear it, but the cock doesn't rank up there with farts and turds on the odor scale. But even there, use your imagination. Imagine a 10 foot tall cock - a real one - hard as a rock, as stenchless as a statue. Now imagine the hard ten footer suddenly folding down to just an inch of skin. In that one brief moment - you gotta get it close - the implosion of hard to soft creates a reek to rival that of any fart or turd. But like I say, you have to get in really close and sniff it fast because as a non traditionally smelly thing it doesn't last very long. But it's powerful. You just have to get in close and you'll notice it. With anything going from hard to soft a smell takes place. There is smell to everything. I know. I was born a nose and grew into a human body.

Leif could condense it to a tee shirt. That is Leif's big talent. He needs to pursue the t shirt business.

> You almost sound genuine as Judith Latham, but the slightly sociopathic TJ always bleeds through.

The slightly homicidal TJ always bleeding through has kept the slightly homicidal TJ from committing homicide. Remember that, Clown!

> Forgive me if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you talking about?

"Forgive me if this sounds rude"...............? Why must that precede your main thought. What's wrong with just "What the fuck are you talking about?" Once again, it sounds like your pandering up to Bozo. Striving to bond with Bozo, to blend with Bozo, to become as one with the Clown. To perhaps even accept his hand in holy matrimony - is that what it's all about? Well is it?

> Leif could condense it to a tee shirt. That is Leif's big talent. He needs to pursue the t shirt business.

When I went to see Leif in Greensboro when he passed through this way he told the audience toward the end of his act that if they wanted to buy a Leif Skyving tee shirt he'd be standing by the door. It was about the only comment in his act that made me laugh. I thought he was kidding. When he was done I walked up to him and he said, "I'll get back with you in few minutes, I've got to sell some tee shirts", before heading to the door to take up position. I never did it for money. Oh, twice actually, two guys I know paid me like $10 to open for them, and both times I really sucked. Hey, you're the animation guy, right? Maybe you'd be good with the tee shirt thing. How about the front of a tee showing a huge hardened turd and below the turd it says, "It Don't Stink!"

Then, the back of the tee shows the same turd all flattened out like someone's stepped on it, and it says: "But It Do Now!"

On Thursday, August 26, 2021 at 4:02:17 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Leif could condense it to a tee shirt. That is Leif's big talent. He needs to pursue the t shirt business.
> When I went to see Leif in Greensboro when he passed through this way he told the audience toward the end of his act that if they wanted to buy a Leif Skyving tee shirt he'd be standing by the door. It was about the only comment in his act that made me laugh. I thought he was kidding. When he was done I walked up to him and he said, "I'll get back with you in few minutes, I've got to sell some tee shirts", before heading to the door to take up position. I never did it for money. Oh, twice actually, two guys I know paid me like $10 to open for them, and both times I really sucked. Hey, you're the animation guy, right? Maybe you'd be good with the tee shirt thing. How about the front of a tee showing a huge hardened turd and below the turd it says, "It Don't Stink!"
>
> Then, the back of the tee shows the same turd all flattened out like someone's stepped on it, and it says: "But It Do Now!"

LOL. Shit tees - $20 or 2 for $50.

> > Then, the back of the tee shows the same turd all flattened out like someone's stepped on it, and it says: "But It Do Now!"

> LOL. Shit tees - $20 or 2 for $50.

I now buy my tee shirts strictly from thrift stores. Most have some kind of writing on them. I don't care as long as it's not something I'm opposed to or something incredibly non aesthetic. Even then if the material is good I'll wear it in the winter under a sweat shirt. Anyway, I noticed most tee shirts with writing on them usually don't fit real well. They don't drape. I think this is because it's easier to apply writing to something more flattened out and boxy, so the tees are typically not high quality. If we want to make money we have to go in the opposite direction - designer tees with writing. Excellent material and craftsmanship. Funny stuff. Something no one has seen before. $30 to $50 or more per shirt. I hate to say it, but I think it's time we appeal to the same small dwindling circle of people the hi end restaurants and other over priced are after. Later some of the tees we produced will go viral. They will be snatched up by our people and later sold at auction. I'm telling you, this is it. We are on the tee. Tee #1. Let's see how far we can hit the ball. And this time let's really make it happen.

Let's do this thing

Front: "Please Beat Cancer."

Back: "So I don't won't have to."

On 8/27/2021 5:53 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>>> Then, the back of the tee shows the same turd all flattened out like someone's stepped on it, and it says: "But It Do Now!"
>
>
>> LOL. Shit tees - $20 or 2 for $50.
>
>
> I now buy my tee shirts strictly from thrift stores. Most have some kind of writing on them. I don't care as long as it's not something I'm opposed to or something incredibly non aesthetic. Even then if the material is good I'll wear it in the winter under a sweat shirt. Anyway, I noticed most tee shirts with writing on them usually don't fit real well. They don't drape. I think this is because it's easier to apply writing to something more flattened out and boxy, so the tees are typically not high quality. If we want to make money we have to go in the opposite direction - designer tees with writing. Excellent material and craftsmanship. Funny stuff. Something no one has seen before. $30 to $50 or more per shirt. I hate to say it, but I think it's time we appeal to the same small dwindling circle of people the hi end restaurants and other over priced are after. Later some of the tees we produced will go viral. They will be snatched up by our people and later sold at auction. I'm telling you, this is it. We are on the tee. Tee #1. Let's see how far we can hit the ball. And this time let's really make it happen.
>
> Let's do this thing
>
> Front: "Please Beat Cancer."
>
> Back: "So I don't won't have to."
>

I remember as a child being punished by my parents for buying a
tee-shirt that read "My grandparents were in Auschwitz and all I got was
this lousy t-shirt". They obviously had no sense of humor.

On 8/26/2021 3:56 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> Forgive me if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you talking about?
>
>
> "Forgive me if this sounds rude"...............? Why must that precede your main thought. What's wrong with just "What the fuck are you talking about?" Once again, it sounds like your pandering up to Bozo. Striving to bond with Bozo, to blend with Bozo, to become as one with the Clown. To perhaps even accept his hand in holy matrimony - is that what it's all about? Well is it?
>

First I'd like to meet him face to face. If all works out, yes, I'd
marry him.

> I remember as a child being punished by my parents for buying a
> tee-shirt that read "My grandparents were in Auschwitz and all I got was
> this lousy t-shirt". They obviously had no sense of humor.

A Jew without humor? Are you kidding me? Maybe they weren't real Jews. Maybe you were adopted. Your real parents were Jews and so are you, but the humorless duo trying to pass themselves off as your birth parents are frauds. Still, they helped you in a time of crisis, so let's not be harsh on them.

> First I'd like to meet him face to face. If all works out, yes, I'd
> marry him.

If it all works out. I watched anther Alfred Hitchcock the other night that reminds me of your long distance Bozo affair. A lonely women went alone to a night club one night where she saw for first time a ventriloquist named Max Calodi. The posters outside the club presented him as a dashing figure. On stage he did not disappoint. The women fell in love with him. Hard to believe, but hey, it's a TV show. She writes letters to Colodi. He responds. Then finally one day he arranged to "allow" her to see him at his room. He rarely has visitors, so this is a big deal. She knocks on the door and is told to come in. Collodi and his puppet are sitting at the far end of a table. It's dark, hard to see. The woman advances. When she gets close, Calodi yells out, "Please, come no closer." But it's too late. She brushes something on the table that causes Calodi to fall to the floor with a crash. The woman screams. Then the puppet at the table stands up and begins screaming, "Get out, get out", when she realizes that the dashing on stage figure was actually the puppet, and the on stage puppet was actually Calodi.

You are warmly invited to the wedding of Judith Latham and Bozo M. Calodi. Be there!

On Friday, September 10, 2021 at 6:16:21 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > First I'd like to meet him face to face. If all works out, yes, I'd
> > marry him.
> If it all works out. I watched anther Alfred Hitchcock the other night that reminds me of your long distance Bozo affair. A lonely women went alone to a night club one night where she saw for first time a ventriloquist named Max Calodi. The posters outside the club presented him as a dashing figure. On stage he did not disappoint. The women fell in love with him. Hard to believe, but hey, it's a TV show. She writes letters to Colodi. He responds. Then finally one day he arranged to "allow" her to see him at his room. He rarely has visitors, so this is a big deal. She knocks on the door and is told to come in. Collodi and his puppet are sitting at the far end of a table. It's dark, hard to see. The woman advances. When she gets close, Calodi yells out, "Please, come no closer." But it's too late. She brushes something on the table that causes Calodi to fall to the floor with a crash. The woman screams. Then the puppet at the table stands up and begins screaming, "Get out, get out", when she realizes that the dashing on stage figure was actually the puppet, and the on stage puppet was actually Calodi.
>
> You are warmly invited to the wedding of Judith Latham and Bozo M. Calodi.. Be there!

I had an act using a rubber vagina for a puppet. It flopped because it was menustrating.

On Thursday, August 26, 2021 at 12:56:01 PM UTC-7, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Forgive me if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you talking about?
> "Forgive me if this sounds rude"...............? Why must that precede your main thought. What's wrong with just "What the fuck are you talking about?" Once again, it sounds like your pandering up to Bozo. Striving to bond with Bozo, to blend with Bozo, to become as one with the Clown. To perhaps even accept his hand in holy matrimony - is that what it's all about? Well is it?

"I'm WALKING here!" (Midnight Cowboy) "I'm TALKING here!" (12 Angry Men) — so the WTF I'm talk'n about here is this "Judith Latham", you never really know who's-who here much less whose-who here is just a sockpuppet you've been suckered into believing is real, and though the rancor and raconteur of an "ollie" or a "TJ" or a "Bozo" or a "Judith Latham" for that matter may all be compelling, I still ain't gonna fall for it if I ain't convinced (and sorry I just ain't convinced) Jew or not a Jew. Sorry all you trolls and sockpuppets but that's just the way it is.

On Friday, September 10, 2021 at 3:16:21 PM UTC-7, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > First I'd like to meet him face to face. If all works out, yes, I'd
> > marry him.
> If it all works out. I watched anther Alfred Hitchcock the other night that reminds me of your long distance Bozo affair. A lonely women went alone to a night club one night where she saw for first time a ventriloquist named Max Calodi. The posters outside the club presented him as a dashing figure. On stage he did not disappoint. The women fell in love with him. Hard to believe, but hey, it's a TV show. She writes letters to Colodi. He responds. Then finally one day he arranged to "allow" her to see him at his room. He rarely has visitors, so this is a big deal. She knocks on the door and is told to come in. Collodi and his puppet are sitting at the far end of a table. It's dark, hard to see. The woman advances. When she gets close, Calodi yells out, "Please, come no closer." But it's too late. She brushes something on the table that causes Calodi to fall to the floor with a crash. The woman screams. Then the puppet at the table stands up and begins screaming, "Get out, get out", when she realizes that the dashing on stage figure was actually the puppet, and the on stage puppet was actually Calodi.
>
> You are warmly invited to the wedding of Judith Latham and Bozo M. Calodi.. Be there!

I had to read that about twice or so to get the message but as Woddy Allan said through one of his on-stage characters in "Manhattan" or "What's Her Face 'n Name", all movies and their characters are flawed.

> I had to read that about twice or so to get the message but as Woddy Allan said through one of his on-stage characters in "Manhattan" or "What's Her Face 'n Name", all movies and their characters are flawed.

I understand. Retelling a story, especially one already well told, can be very annoying. Like people recreating scenes from movies or SNL skits or telling jokes they heard from the best pros around. But sometimes - sometimes - it actually comes out good. I have heard people's versions of movie scenes and so forth - like the guy I knew who loved the movie Shane and would act out one scene he loved the most, and he did a good job of it. It was funny. Of course knowing the guy has something to do with it. Then when I see the actual movie I think, "Oh yeah, that scene Chuck is always imitating is about to come up", and it turns out to be a total dud compared to Chuck's version. Now is that because I heard Chuck's version first? Some might be inclined to suspect that is the case and I don't blame them. But I had already seen Shane, I just wasn't deep into it as a movie and did not have that particular scene etched into my brain. But yes, you are correct, my retelling of the Hitchcock story was poorly done. But you read it more than once. Beyond my subpar telling you must have seen a good story or you would not have gone back and read it two (or more) times. Thank you Bozo.

> I had to read that about twice or so to get the message but as Woddy Allan said through one of his on-stage characters in "Manhattan" or "What's Her Face 'n Name", all movies and their characters are flawed.

Now in defense of myself I will say this. I do ramble. I take a long time to get to the point, if there is one. But I don't resort to trickery and also try to avoid using examples. I fall into using them now and then but prefer to avoid them as best I can. You see, you are so concerned with keeping things short that you will use an example, like Woody Allen above, and what Allen has to say instead of using your own words. Other the other hand, I too would like to be more succinct in my renderings, but refuse - do you hear me? I absolutely refuse - to cave in to using examples and quotations of other more notable people. Fuck them and the horse they rode in on, and that includes especially Woody Allen and his vastly overrated movies.. I liked the guy when I was a kid, short appearances on TV, standup stuff - but other than that he is way overrated and anyone who likes him is on my radar for possible future extermination.

On 9/10/2021 6:08 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> I remember as a child being punished by my parents for buying a
>> tee-shirt that read "My grandparents were in Auschwitz and all I got was
>> this lousy t-shirt". They obviously had no sense of humor.
>
>
> A Jew without humor? Are you kidding me? Maybe they weren't real Jews. Maybe you were adopted. Your real parents were Jews and so are you, but the humorless duo trying to pass themselves off as your birth parents are frauds. Still, they helped you in a time of crisis, so let's not be harsh on them.
>

Well I know papa is really Jewish. I walked in the bathroom once on him
in all his glory. The boy has a Hebrew National down there. Mama's got
the Jew face; it's where Sarah gets her looks from (minus the ears).
They raised 15 kids in a 3 bedroom railroad apartment My bubbe and Tom
made 19 of us sharing 5 tiny rooms off space. They kept the house kosher
and they were cheap as hell. They qualify as Jews.