Peter, according to the World
Introduction to his world
This site has been set up to share thoughts and photographs with friends and relatives regarding Peter. This is a work in progress and will change and improve as time goes on. Our thoughts and ideas are, just that, ours. They may or may not agree with Peter's, but that's what makes the world go around (and seems to be an endless source of enjoyment). If your not going to respect Peter's opinions, than please continue reading. He is a conservative in every sense of the word. He feels that a civilized society cannot function without rules and regulations, rights and obligations. Letting the past guide us keeps our society from falling into chaos. Keeping the things that work, to allow for order and freedom, freedom for all, not just the special interest groups. Peter has come to realize that life is short. We should tell the people that we love that we love them as often as possible. One never knows when this may be ones last opportunity to do so. By the way, we will all be watching what is said, not doubt even his mother may very well be reading this. And YES, please wear your shoes into the Parlor!
posted by Mike Dubuc | 6:45 AM
34 Comments:
oh, this is too much!
This blog has only one place to go, in a fast downward spiral of insanity!
Onward, my trusty Rosinante, onward!!! Methinks I see a windmill.
By the way, Mike, I don't know that we have met, but I am an admirer already--and not just because of the name. Pleased to formally make your aquaintance--but I am a little concerned about your schizoid tendencies as exhibited in the other blob. =)
Dr. F & Don Miguel,
By way of intro's, I am a close friend of jo jo and a long time friend of the family.
What little wit I can bring to the table pales in comparison to the blog's already legitimate and able cast of characters; it is I who admire you all. I do what I can to enable a broader stroke of the satirical brush.
DM, I have yet to read Don Quixote (assuming the origin of your Rosinante) but I have made a vow to try and read to as many classics as possible so there’s still hope for me.
I trust that we shall all meet at The Big Pig and exchange old stories about our friend peter.
But again, my congratulations for creating this site. Magnificent!
I am humbled. My dear former locker partner it is even more devious than I expected(insert diabolical laugh). Kudos. Dr Franklin-you need to come to the 1st communion fete, Mike will be there, and very likely the prelate. It'll be like the roast, only no pies.
We would be honored to attend. I would be a thrill for me to be in the company of such dinstinguished scribes. When is the appointed hour?
Dr. F. I know not the hour, but I'm sure someone here, most likely Lori will know. As the husband, I'm in the dark.
Here's a hint... don't go camo, order a pinata that looks different than you. You'll be safe that way!
Pish-posh. Hey- that really hurt! A shoe? Who throws a shoe? Yes it hurt as much a shoe at twenty paces. I'm embarassed for you. You had so much potential, now it seems you are just a kid at a topiary garden being hugged by a boxwood bear.
Now Jo, be careful what you ask for. I happen to know that Spilly was in a particularly charitable mood and refrained from what she WANTED to say: "I'm going have to order the donkey pinata (and hang it backwards) so that you get hit this time."
Dear Administrator of this blob,
I appreciate your endeavor to make this fabled "Peter DeTrolio" appear real. You can't fool me, though. He is obviously a concoction of the idyll ramblings of a lunatic mind.
Sincerely,
DM
P.S. Keep it up. This is great!
P.P.S. In my humble opinion, I like it better with the manifesto at the beginning.
Padre,
So say we all!
I'm informed (from the mistress) that we'll only come to the communion if there is a pinata there.
Jake has a brand new bat he wants to try out.
Thank you daisy for your very kind invite.
Did anyone celebrate national immigrant day today??
Lori I think you've developed a stutter.
Charge! Charge the blockhouse! Round up the stinkers during their demonstrations and dump 'em back into the rio grande. They swam one way, let 'em swim back. Some said on O'Reilly last night that U.S. citizens should boycott Mexico for a day, then let's see who feels an economic pinch!!! Vincente Fox is a whore anyhow.
Would the boycott take away my Corona???
Lori, I'll try almost anything (except Miller).
In honor of the upcoming Mother's Day Holiday, I wanted to share the top 10 things that Mrs. D. (Peter's mom) said to him as a kid:
10. What did I tell you about putting on Mommy's lip gloss?
9. Remember, Peter, you're only here because the gypsies didn't want you
8. Comb your hair, or it'll look that way when you're 41
7. Yes, Peter, you're very funny -- now finish your Prozac
6. Of course I'll be your prom date
5. With grades like these, you'll have to go to Catholic University
4. Look at all the empty chairs we invited to your birthday party
3. Next time you'll have to raise your own bail money
2. I know what you're doing in there
1. Time for bed, Tom, or whatever the hell your name is
Franklin, m'boy jolly good work! I like the cut of your jib!
Thank you. I'm just doin my part to aid human kind.
Hardy, Har, har, you're all just jealous! And by the way, Don Miguel, your not the first one to accuse me of being the figment of someones warped imagination. When I was the managing editor of the TOWER (CUA newspaper), one fellow student said that no one could be that straight and I was the figment of someones warped imagination. I wrote a letter in response and they published my picture as proof.
He was thinking "How smart I look in my suit", and "I just love the flower in my button-hole. I AM DAPPER!"
En un lugar de La Mancha cuyo nombre no quiso acordarme........
I'm rubber you're glue....
roses are red, violets are blue...
Expat, I think all of the travelling (or perhaps the sheer volume of material on this site?) has made you absent-minded. Could you have forgotten that you had told me that CUA 'Tower' story? I specifically put that in for your enjoyment--and now you have shared it with the world.
Well, okay, probably you already did that, but now it is in cyberspace too. I think I will send a link to this site to Curran. He ought to have some material to add! =)
Ah yes, old Charlie Curran. He's sunk so low that when the list of Theologians that Benedict XVI did battle with as the holder of the Holy Office, Charlie didn't even make the cut!
My mind is warping with the years and like all old story tellers, I've forgotten to whom I've told which story. I find myself telling these stories to friends of mine who were present when these things happened.
I think it's just old age creeping in. Sancho
You know what Expat, I take that back, It's not old age, you were like this at 13.
He wore thicker glasses at age 13, framing that 98 pound physique.
Did you ever get the chance to see him in action? He competed in the Ultra-Fly class briefly in the Autumn of '78, Peter and Paul Reubens duked it out for the title. It was a gripping match with the gloves, shoes, shorts, and mouthpieces their combined weight didn't exceed 200lbs(Neither won). Peter later went on to Chihuahua-Class in Wrestling for the powerhouse 'Sons-of-Zion' team at Newton/Wellesley Middle School. Ahhh, those were the days.
I met him in September 1978. We sat in a nun's class...her name escapes me, but it was an English class. I don't think he weighed any more than 95 pounds. And he wanted Tricia Cronan. I don't think he knew for what he wanted her for, but he did nevertheless.
He sat in the very first row, right in front of this nun's desk. He was skinny.
Boy, have things changed!
It was Sr. Enda, a/k/a Sr. rearenda or Sr. Mary Moonboots, may she rest in peace. I now know what I wanted Trisa Cronan for, but no longer want her, she's my age after all. Now I'm just a dirty old man like my friend Dr. F.
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