[The Soup Nazi]

https://www.miamiherald.com/entertai...287358050.html

[Beer In Belly]

Hang on. Thurston's stepson is 12 years old?! Wasn't Thurston with Eva in the early/mid nouties leading to his breakup with Kim and ultimately the band in 2011? And yet she had a child with someone else in 2012?! What the fuck

After some shady investigative shenanigans I find: in 2014 T-dawg admits to having been in a relationship with Eva for 6 years at that point which puts the start of their courtship at 08'. Here's where things get rather love islandy. Eva gets married and has a kid in 09' and again in 11' to her then husband Bernardo Guillermo. Just...lol. For Bernardo's sake I hope he sprung the paternity test on tha' dorty ho'

[Drjohnrock]

Interesting read. I do call bullshit on Thurston and his "baloney sandwich"/working class nonsense. I visited the Miami area twice a year growing up and can tell you that Coral Gables was (and probably still is) an affluent suburb of Miami.

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i hear thurston was spotted canoeing down calle ocho this morning

[choc e-Claire]

Originally Posted by Drjohnrock

Interesting read. I do call bullshit on Thurston and his "baloney sandwich"/working class nonsense. I visited the Miami area twice a year growing up and can tell you that Coral Gables was (and probably still is) an affluent suburb of Miami.

Fairfield County, Connecticut, where he moved as a teenager, is in the twenty richest counties in the States on average...

[!@#$%!]

Originally Posted by Drjohnrock

Interesting read. I do call bullshit on Thurston and his "baloney sandwich"/working class nonsense. I visited the Miami area twice a year growing up and can tell you that Coral Gables was (and probably still is) an affluent suburb of Miami.

Originally Posted by choc e-Claire

Fairfield County, Connecticut, where he moved as a teenager, is in the twenty richest counties in the States on average...

hold on there you maoist red guards, put down your dumb pitchforks

t's father was a professor, i think i remember he taugh flute maybe? coral gables is home to the university of miami, there are a number of college csmpuses in fairfield

the music department does not pay fortunes, much less in non-elite schools, but professors generally live around campus. same as the students, who are rarely loaded, and yet dwell in the same zip codes. academia generally grants more social prestige than money. for all we know, the moores might have lived in faculty housing at some juncture

and back during the 60s and into the 70s, even a working class job could support a nonworking spouse. so let's not try to cast aspersions that professor moore may have been some sort of united fruit company tycoon or a commuting wall street corporate raider just because of his location. he was, indeed, a music teacher

as for baloney: i grew up comfortably (upper?) middle class and loooved to eat mortadella (mortadella is the original "bologna" aka "baloney"...).

now my traditionalist father wouldn't have tolerated a mere cold sammich as "dinner", he always expected a proper evening meal as just recompense for his daily professional efforts, and he was old school anyway, but we the kids would often get away with evening sandwiches and milk with ovaltine and things like that, especially on weekends when my mother didn't feel like cooking and the maid had the day off. and mortadella was fucking great!

so maybe t's parents being more boho musical and less bourgeois than business executive types could just regularly chow on baloney and chill whenever they felt like it. why the fuck not? now if you think processed meats signify actual misery... maybe you're the actual snob? très gauche caviar le lol

fuck, it's the middle of the night and i want a baloney bowl now. thanks matty matheson for the recipe, you hilarious guy. anybody reading this, look for the matty matheson baloney bowl youtube, he will not disappoint. oh well to save everyone time, here it is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rllK0NBtk-w

anyway, now that you wannabe cultural revolutionaries know my economic background ("management") you may be itching to sentence me to a reeducation camp to dig ditches and eat only turnips, but i shall let you know that i don't give 3 fucks about your pol pots, i owe nobody an explanation, i live like a pirate, and if you approach me with ill intentions you will be shot in the gut with 00 buckshot, and then maybe you'll join the mortadella, hahahahaaaa. just metaphorically of course, im not leatherface, so don't cry wolf now, jeezus fucking christ, professional victims...

Originally Posted by Beer In Belly

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with that sort of sad sack tabloid discourse bouncing inside the otherwise empty chatterbox of your mind no wonder you have to drink so much