I can finally drive around my old neighborhood without ashkenazy tourists asking me "do you know where they film the Sopranos?"
But doesn't that take away from the fun of telling them, "Hey -- let me show you something from
The Sopranos that few tourists ever get to see", pistol whipping them in the back of the head, tying them up, locking them in your trunk, and then dumping your car off a dock along Staten Island?
Yeah, well, years ago I finally stopped my monthly visits to the Bridgewater office -- hoping that my flight out of Newark didn't get canceled and I'd end up in a flea bag hotel in East Orange, where the taxis didn't come to a full stop to drop me off, and the guy at the reception counter kept the TV remote controls under lock and key. I still miss it anyway.
I never really got into the Sopranos. The whole Italian Mob scene was always a bit cliche for me and never really found it that amusing.
I actually thought it gave north Jersey a little more love than they got in most other avenues.
That and I did like that they approached the whole mob thing as an industry in great decline as opposed to its heyday.
Has anybody here ever heard of the CIA's "gay bomb?"
I can't be too sure, but I think it blew up in my pants last night.
I just ran 3 miles in hot and humid weather while wearing a full sweatsuit. I don't know why I keep doing this, but it feels good when you're so exhausted you want to punch a wall.
Dude, you are
living The Sopranos. WTF do you need to watch it for?!
