Unbelievable

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Originally posted by: mrmarcus12LVA
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Originally posted by: KarenTN
btw, I didn't mention this on that jewelry not in the safe thread, but I kinda think jewelry on men i kinda tacky. Other than a watch and a wedding band.

does anyone agree with me?
Dude, it was a WSOP bracelet and a ring with diamonds in a horseshoe. The fact that it was in a box seems to indicate that it wasn't worn regularly, rather occasionally.

There are lots of poker players with superstitions, e.g. "my lucky ring."

So adding that up, I'd say no, not particularly tacky.



thanks for the explanation, but I am not a 'dude'

I thought it was tacky jewelry, but not nearly as tacky as my Lucky Hat.
What's with all the guido-bashing?

Now poor old DonDiego is thinking about returning his Rocawear Velour Track Suit to Macy's and canceling his vacation getaway to Seaside Heights.

"Can't we all jes' get along?"__Rodney King
I've spent a few nights in Seaside Heights. In my youth, of course.

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I've spent a few nights in Seaside Heights. In my youth, of course.
Seaside Heights was where young DonDiego and his brother and Mom and Dad and Polish Grandma and Irish Grandpa and Uncle Bob and Aunt Josephine would go for Summer Vacation.

We'd rent a house for a week. These rentals were usually one or two blocks from the beach. They were always in need of paint and some new screens on the windows, and when we arrived we'd spend the first few hours cleaning the place up, . . . sometimes Mom and Grandma even scrubbing the floors. That was, . . . and is still today, . . . women's work. And cleaning the kitchen too.
And then to the grocery. Eating out was expensive, and besides that's what the kitchen was for.

And then to the beach, which was white and wide and clean, . . . ceptin' fer the cigarette butts. And the Atlantic Ocean, . . . back then the Atlantic Ocean was something!
DonDiego remembers the boardwalk and the ice cream and cotton candy and salt-water taffy, . . . and the auctioneers and carnys trying to drum up business, of which Dad was having none. Oh, oh, oh, . . . and the real penny arcades with old mechanical games and the 1-cent moving picture machines!
And miniature golf at night.
DonDiego remembers the smell of the boardwalk, . . . pr'bly tar and treated-wood. And the pier.
Oh, and Grandma and Grandpa would fish, and fish, . . . and fish. They'd always get sunburn in the parts of their hair.

Somehow the whole experience seemed like a whole lotta fun back then; it seems like a whole lotta fun to poor old DonDiego right now. He doubts a place like that exists anymore.

Anyway, . . . apparently nowadays Seaside Heights is the habitat of guidos and such.

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Originally posted by: DonDiego
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Originally posted by: snidely333
I've spent a few nights in Seaside Heights. In my youth, of course.
Seaside Heights was where young DonDiego and his brother and Mom and Dad and Polish Grandma and Irish Grandpa and Uncle Bob and Aunt Josephine would go for Summer Vacation.

We'd rent a house for a week. These rentals were usually one or two blocks from the beach. They were always in need of paint and some new screens on the windows, and when we arrived we'd spend the first few hours cleaning the place up, . . . sometimes Mom and Grandma even scrubbing the floors. That was, . . . and is still today, . . . women's work. And cleaning the kitchen too.
And then to the grocery. Eating out was expensive, and besides that's what the kitchen was for.

And then to the beach, which was white and wide and clean, . . . ceptin' fer the cigarette butts. And the Atlantic Ocean, . . . back then the Atlantic Ocean was something!
DonDiego remembers the boardwalk and the ice cream and cotton candy and salt-water taffy, . . . and the auctioneers and carnys trying to drum up business, of which Dad was having none. Oh, oh, oh, . . . and the real penny arcades with old mechanical games and the 1-cent moving picture machines!
And miniature golf at night.
DonDiego remembers the smell of the boardwalk, . . . pr'bly tar and treated-wood. And the pier.
Oh, and Grandma and Grandpa would fish, and fish, . . . and fish. They'd always get sunburn in the parts of their hair.

Somehow the whole experience seemed like a whole lotta fun back then; it seems like a whole lotta fun to poor old DonDiego right now. He doubts a place like that exists anymore.

Anyway, . . . apparently nowadays Seaside Heights is the habitat of guidos and such.


You left out the boardwalk pizza. Mmmmm. That is some good pizza. Ever win candy at Lucky Leo's? I guess not since your father was having none of that.
Just in case some of our readers don't know what a Guido type is:

As poor old DonDiego enters his dotage he is torn between assuming the personality and fashion of a "guido" or a "gunslinger". Given the unpleasantness expressed toward guidos on this thread he is more likely to opt for the aggressive Westerner look.
People respect da ruga. Yo.
I think Don Diego is now embarrassed about his white pants and steroid zit, and that is why he is shying away from being a guido.
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