Wednesday, July 9, 2008

And You Wanna Be My Mayor


Dear Mr. Catsimatidis,

How the hell does your Gristedes on 23rd and 9th stay in business with deals like these?

- 6-pack of Diet Coke: $2.99
- 12-pack of Diet Coke (fridge pack): $6.29 - on Sale

I don't know why anyone would be stupid enough to pay 30 cents extra for the convenience of having a disposable cardboard box in their refrigerator, but I do know that the new supermarket on 29th street can't open fast enough.

1 comment:

Charlie Patseas said...

Gatsomutids slept in Clinton Lincohen Bedroom! Big Fat Greek Caricature! The Holy Father gone to Turkey to redeem and consecrate the Greeks, so don't need no more soviet temples. Don't need no gyro blimpie Bart when got a regular Pope without the diner attitude. My pop kept hitting momma with a skillet on the head. Friends ended up in the hospital after their pop beat them. Pops got drunk and ruined my first car. Killed two cats and a dog, thrown out the window. Neighbor drowned the canaries in ouzo, lit, ate them. Ma overdid whip so she could give less pie. All our stuff came pilfered, with logos. Greeks overcook all meat so no one knows is bad. Another banned tenants flushing toilet paper. Waiters inpune sanitation because "dirty is natural and healthy." Priests just answered "behave, respect, tradition!" Now priest comes "no intercommunion!" Where was
he when we needed him to protect us from our crazy parents? Don't
sell me "educated Greeks" because we know all them Trojan Horse
cheated on the exams. Besides it's just TV repair school. Remember
all those jailed old disco Greeks, tax cheats to "protest" Jerome Ford
stopping the Trojan Horse in Chyprious? We can't get good jobs
because no one trusts Greeks, because of Trojan Horse. They always faked reading Greek. That's why we borrowed regular Catholic books instead of read Greek. Sure, we sacrifice to Greek myths three times a year to please yiayia, and she's nun the wiser when we go to regular Catholic Mass on Sundays when she bummed from bouzaki dances. Ain't need no more Bart, just the regular Pope. That's why we all married regular Catholic when we grew up. So they can trust us.