I’m kinda on vacation now and will be until 9/18, so blogging will be irregular. But you’ll still see me here because next week my book comes out and I’m going to be in full book promo mode. So I’ll be around, just… more sporadic posting. And most of it will be this. And really, if you’re desperate for more Frank J. writing, buying my book would be a great idea.
While Harvey is in charge do everything he says… unless he says something that conflicts with something I told you to do. Then listen to me. And if anything either of us says conflicts with your own conscience, then your conscience is stupid and you shouldn’t listen to it.
Never do anything Basil tells you.
I can’t wait until you all get to read my new book! See you around!
Whoo Hoo!! A substitute!! Partay!! Partay!!
New book, New book!!! I’d be happy to be a critic if I were to say like get a free copy in the mail! My criticalness and such will be based on how much jing I have to put out for this must have…maybe should have…probably shouldn’t have…don’t ever buy this…world’s worst book ever… Get the hint me boy?
I ALWAYS do what Basil tells me to do!
Especially if it involves beating something with a stick.
Rest-up, Frank. We’re gonna beat you hard with election stuff when you return.
Oh, my God!
He’s baaaaaaaak!
(‘Bout time – you and MarkoMancuso.)
Speaking of book promos – I hear that Harvey knows Dennis Miller. I’m just sayin’….
[My publicist sent a copy of my last book to the Dennis Miller show, but we never heard back from him. So I hate Dennis Miller and, by extension, Harvey. -Ed.]
Lemme know when we get to the part where Harvey comes sliding into the room on a pair of socks while lip synching “Old Time Rock n Roll.”
Apostic – … you just missed it…
Frank is irregular. Too much information.
(Signum Crucis)…OK, folks, here comes the untethered Celtiphobia…no stopping the man from flinging potatoes around the room, drinking up our beer and ogling our ginger-haried women. We’ll just have to crank up the Makem and Clancy, Pogues, and Dropkick Murphys, run the Paul Ryan speech on a loop, along with waving pictures of Rose McGowan and Maureen O’Hara in front of his nose to bring him around to a suitably inebriate heel.
God Almighty may have given the Irish the uisge beatha to keep us from conquering the world, but we’ve learned to share it with the outsiders so that we can!
(cues Shippin’ Up Ta Boston)
(Exeunt)
See? That’s the problem with the blasted Irish – they just never. shut. up!
Now pipe down. I’m trying to watch “Boondock Saints”.
Ahhh, Boondock Saints..a splendid star turn from Tha Big Yin Billy….sure to be followed by In The Name Of The Father. S’matter, burn through that stellar DVD series on lutefisk? Compelling and nuanced drama, that. Every last one of the fifty disks.
We’re getting to ya Harvey! Next will be an affectation of Clifden tweeds, a craving for boxty and yellowman, asking “what’s tha craic, Des?”, and a rabid craving for anything broadcast on RTE.