The second installment of Basketbawful's and my trip to Italy is the most disturbing and creepiest of the trilogy (I hope). With mention of Italian gas chambers, a run-in with a naughty bidet, and ill-mannered disturbances at the Pisa Baptistry and Cemetery, here's where it gets weird.
Having pretty much given up on our effort to locate basketball in Italy, Basketbawful and I are now exhausted and punch drunk, only able to entertain ourselves with giant calzones, Stracciatella gelato (which is basically a high octane, kick-ass version of chocolate chip ice cream), and nightly doses of fun from our friends at Rifftrax. As a result of our growing weariness, our focus strays from basketball (mostly), and turns to childishness and chicanery.
Watch in horror. Don't say you haven't been warned.
Having pretty much given up on our effort to locate basketball in Italy, Basketbawful and I are now exhausted and punch drunk, only able to entertain ourselves with giant calzones, Stracciatella gelato (which is basically a high octane, kick-ass version of chocolate chip ice cream), and nightly doses of fun from our friends at Rifftrax. As a result of our growing weariness, our focus strays from basketball (mostly), and turns to childishness and chicanery.
Watch in horror. Don't say you haven't been warned.
Labels: Basketbawful, Evil Ted, Italy, part deux, part two, pisa
41 Comments:
Word of the Day
Links
Archive
January 2005February 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
September 2011
October 2011
November 2011
December 2011
January 2012
February 2012
March 2012
April 2012
May 2012
June 2012
July 2012
August 2012
September 2012
October 2012
November 2012
December 2012
January 2013
February 2013
March 2013
April 2013
May 2013
June 2013
July 2013
August 2013
September 2013
October 2013
November 2013
December 2013
April 2014
May 2014
June 2014
July 2014
August 2014
June 2018
July 2022
contact: basketbawful@yahoo.com
Pizalicious!
(There is "nacho", and there is "macho".)
Bidets look awful. Seems like way too much trouble especially when yo have to wipe to dry it anyway.
It's good to see that Laker fans in Pisa don't want to hear your negativity, ET :)
-BJ
oh wait
...[Word KG mouths on the sidelines].
The barber shop floor comment has to be the best Anon comment left on this site.
And finally, when I get home, I'm ripping and cutting IHopeRonArtestRuinsTheLaaaakeeeers.mp3 to use as a personal ringtone and e-mail notification from BasketBawful.
P.S.
www.ihoperonartestruinsthelaaaakeeeers.com is under construction.
If I go to Europe, I'm taking a lot of toilet paper with me.
I hope Jack Nicholson throws a beer at Ron Artest, and then Ron Artest does what he does best.
For a guy who gets paid that much money (16.4 million a year), is there anyone outside of an Orlando fan who actually wants to see him play?
Not a magic fan really, but I definitely like watching him play. Anyone who can shoot like that I like to watch.
And I do believe his over-the-counter supplement story personally. You can get DHEA at your local mall. It's not even banned in baseball.
I thought he was Ben Kingsley from Sexy Beast.....
Bring back Mr.MMA's antics. Im sure Big Dog is waiting on the next installment.
What, you mean men shit too? They didn't teach us that in the convent school!
Ladybeard areas: female genitalia.
As an ex-nurse, I'm very familiar with the human anus in all its many and not very pleasant forms, ta very muchness. However, the bidet originated probably in 18th century France as a means for upper-class (possibly royal) ladies to wash their vulvae (not anus! :-) ) - probably another way of flashing the cash, as ordinary women would use a basin and a cloth for the same purposes. A big motivator was contraceptive or infection prevention purposes.
Cf. Rabelais, Gargantua and Pantagruel and the discussion on (a man's) selection of a goosewing to wipe his arse, i.e. arse-washing (with water) has never been something men have been overconcerned with over the course of history! :-)
There are also many instances of men (esp. British men) using bidets to wash their feet or their socks, that doesn't mean that's what they're for.
Cheers, guys!
("Hanging on in quiet desperation..." for ep. 18 of Livin' Large)