The reason I’m piss poor is because of cars so I guess better said, I’ve been car-poor my whole life. In fact, every time I got a raise, I got a new car, but it all ends now.
No more paying for parking, no DUIs, no rising insurance costs, no license fees, no gas or oil, new tires, or all the maintenance bullshit.

My addiction to cars began when I sat on my Dad’s lap so I could reach the steering wheel.
Then, when I was around seventeen, I’d saved up enough money pumping gas to buy a 1948 Pontiac straight eight rag top. (See above)

Man, was I excited as I drove out of the used car lot, but unfortunately, I only got about three blocks before the car conked out.
And, of course, all the car dealer said to me was, “Hey kid, you bought it as is,” so my dad had to come and tow me home.

Even though we rebuilt the engine (I handed my dad the tools), there was no saving it, so I moved on.

Now, I’m in a band called The Phantoms, which later became The Jury, and because I needed some room to schlep band stuff, I bought a big old 4-door Oldsmobile. (See above)
Oh, and it was in this very car that Randy Bachman, later of the Guess Who and BTO fame, said to me when he filled in one night for our lead guitar player, “Hey, “George, if you’re up for a change, I’d love to play with you guys; you’re a fun band.”

Hey Randy, if you need a rhythm guitar player, I’m standing by to stand by, and I’m still a fun guy.:-)When we finally got a trailer to haul all our equipment (The amps kept getting bigger and bigger), I bought a light-yellow colored Ford Galaxie Sunliner convertible. (See above.)A couple of years later, I bought a very fun car; it was a snow-white Cyclone GT ragtop with a red leather interior, a chrome tach on the floor, and red racing stripes down each side.
I had no idea it was a muscle car; I didn’t even know what a muscle car was, but that puppy could boogie! (See above)I loved my GT, but my mentor, Jimmy Darin, drove a T-Bird, so I had to have one of those. I think maybe It was like the kids who buy shoes their favorite superstar wears, thinking they will make them perform better. (See above)

When I made the big time in Toronto, my deal included my choice of cars, so I picked out a loaded grey and black Pontiac Grand Prix with a dynamite stereo system that changed my career. (See it above)
I  created a new format on CFTR in Toronto, which I knew would sound better on FM, but the CRTC wouldn’t allow it, so I took it to the States.

When I arrived in Indianapolis as Fairbanks Broadcasting’s National Program Director, I got back in the car game big time. During my first weekend in Indy, I bought a wine-colored Cadillac Eldorado.
Hey, and as my boss Jim Hilliard said, “George, not only do you deserve it, the Feds are gonna help you pay for it. (Unlike Canada, the IRS allowed you to deduct the interest from your car loan.) Obviously, I had become Americanized rather quickly. (See the Eldo above)

Unfortunately, the Caddy ended up in my wife Lana’s hands, and I was back in my beat-up old T-Bird, but that’s a story for another time.

Fortunately, one of the Buzzard Boys got religion (He probably got caught dating an underage chick that he met on the hit line).
Anyway, I talked him into selling me his silver ’69 350-350 Corvette for a reasonable number because, as I said to him, “Billy, I don’t think driving a Corvette is very Jesus-like.” (See the Vette above)I gave the T-Bird to my dad and then traded in the wine-colored Eldo for a new chocolate brown one.
I loved my silver Vette, but it was starting to act up, so I got a newer white one. (See above)

A couple of months later, while driving to work, I spotted a year-old 450 SL Mercedes in a car lot in the days when there were no used Benz’s for sale. It was tough to get a new one, and if you did get one, it went up in value as you left the showroom.
I made an immediate U-turn, and an hour later, I arrived at work in a blue on blue on blue, very cool Benz with the top down. (See above)Man, I loved that car! (Unfortunately, much later in California, when my wife and I split up, she sold it. Now, how the hell did she get to do that when it was in my name?) Meanwhile, back in Indy, we bought our first 4-door Cadillac, which we drove right off the showroom floor.
It was silver grey with matching grey leather, but the part I loved most was the kids had their own door.

With the mid-life crazies bearing down on me, I left a great job after living in Indy for eight years (I’m still hooked on the Indy 500) and headed to California in my Benz to start my own Radio Consulting business.
Once there, I bought an old house in Coranado and transformed it into a Spanish Villa,

Time to bring the family to California and do the Route 66 trek in style, we bought a brand-new Jaguar sedan. (see above)
Damn, that car was comfortable, but I later learned that you should never own a Jaguar longer than its warranty.

Okay, things are going really well, and my new company is banging.
It was time to step it up, so I bought the ultimate car, a Rolls Royce Cornish Convertible. It was silver sand in color with chocolate leather inside. (See on top in front of my Villa.)
My favorite Roller moment was when I was stopped at a red light when a guy in a fire-red Ferrari pulled up beside me, and before blasting away when the light changed, he gave me a thumbs up. Very cool.

Next, after doing a big radio promotion with a local car dealer, he was so happy he spiffed me with a Pontiac Firebird.
Around the same time, my Daughter Candis’s sixteenth birthday was coming up, so I got her a white on white-on-white Volkswagen Cabriolet. (See the Cabriolet above and the Firebird below.)

Can you picture this? A Pontiac Fire Bird, a 450 SL Mercedes, a Jaguar Sedan, a Rolls Royce Cornish, and a Volkswagen Cabriolet are all parked in front of my Villa. No wonder my dad thought I’d gone crazy.
Someone once asked, “Hey, Man, how do you decide what to drive every day?”  “That’s easy I responded” “the one with gas!”

Things weren’t going well on the home front, so my wife and I finally split up, and I moved to a place on the water in Mission Beach.
Around that same time, my brother Reg and I, with finance guy Bill Yde, formed a company called Fairwest and started buying radio stations.

I had already replaced my blue Benze with a Salman-colored one (pictured above), but somehow, a shiny new black one also appeared in my garage. (Pictured below)

Then, because our partner Bill filed a tax form one day late, the IRS notified me that I owed them two hundred thousand dollars, and they wanted it now.
It was time to downsize, so I sold the villa in Coronado, bought my wife a condo in Solana Beach, got rid of all the fancy cars, and bought a couple of low-key 3-series BMWs.(See one of them below.)

Then, I moved to an apartment in La Jolla, where I got a call from Jim Hilliard asking if I could pick him up at the airport and take him to a meeting.
When he got in the silver BMW sedan, he said, “Wow, Johns, this is the first time I’ve seen you in something that you can’t make the top go down.”That afternoon, when I picked him up from his meeting, I was driving a bright red Beemer rag top with tan leather, and he said, “Now we’re talkin’ buddy.” (See the tail end of it and the silver sedan peeking out of the garage in Solana Beach.”

You would think that the IRS hounding me was trouble enough, but after buying a few radio stations and trying to merge with another radio group that would make everything much, much bigger, instead, it all started to come undone.
I stored the Red BMW at my wife’s place, got her a new one, gave her old one to my son, and moved to Boston.

Jim Hilliard had talked me into coming to Beantown to help him with a radio project.
He’d gotten me a super apartment in the Back Bay, and because I was now into racing, it was fun training on the Charles.

Wouldn’t you know it, the guy who gave me the Firebird back in San Diego is running a BMW dealership in Boston, so he makes me a hell of a deal on a brand new 6-series convertible?
Unfortunately, I hardly ever drove it because it was easier to take the T, and because leasing a parking spot in Boston was like buying a house, I turned the Beemer back in. (Pictured above)

The project in Boston went longer than expected, and because I still did some consulting work in Florida, I fell in love with a beautiful Psychologist. I know, what was I thinking?
I took the little General’s advice and moved down to West Palm Beach, where I leased a Black Toyota convertible with black leather.(See the love of my life, RIP, and a little of the Toyota right above),

After the lease ran out on the Toyota, I bought a Forest green C E-series Mercedes convertible with saddle leather and filled in my other parking spot with a wine-colored Ford Explorer (The Benz is right above, and the SUV a couple of pictures down)After almost driving the Benz into the ground, I traded it for a Nissan Z, which I I did because my new love was into Fast cars, Crown Royal straight from the bottle, Classic Rock Up Loud and a Lot of NaughtyTalk. (See them both right above.)
After she was gone, I decided to downsize again and got rid of both the Ford SUV and the Z car and got myself a gas-efficient Volkswagen EOS.

The EOS was wonderful; I could put the top down with the radio up and let the breeze blow through my hair as I blew by hundreds of gas stations.( EOS Shown below)

Then, for some unknown reason, the electronics got all fucked up, so I could no longer put the top down or get into the trunk.
So the other day, while driving home from the store, I got a flat tire, but as I said, I had no way of getting into the trunk to get at the jack and the spare tire..
However, this rather dismal experience has turned a pleasant one because, for the past few weeks, I’ve been riding around with Lyft and Uber and lovin’ it.
In fact, I love having a driver so much I’m getting out of the car game.

Although I must admit that I’m kind pissed at Lyft at the moment.
My GP and Cardiologist both work out of a medical center, and whenever I have an appointment with either of them, they send Lyft for me.

A couple of weeks ago I had an appointment with my GP who requires me to bring all my medications with me.
I was riding with my Lyft driver, Ivan in a Lexus and when we arrived at the Medical Center, like a fool I forgot my bag of medications in Ivan’s Lexus. (I wanna make this ass-hole famous and his Lyft ID is Ivan in a Lexus)

When I discovered that I had left my medications behind, Iven was long gone.
However, the receptionist told me not to worry because they’d get a hold of Lyft and by the time, I finished my appointment they’d probably heave my medications back.

Unfortunately, when I finished up about a half hour later, the girls out front said they were unable to get a response from Lyft.
When I got home, I finally figured out how to contact Lyft by email and they gave me Ivan’s phone number.

I spent the next three days calling and texting Ivan the terrible to no avail.
When I told Lyft that I couldn’t get a response from Ivan and asked what I should do now, they said, “I’m sorry, but you’re past our 72-hour limit for things of this nature; we can no longer help you. What!

On the other hand, a few days later, while riding with Uber, my car keys unknowingly slipped out of my pocket. (I thought the legs were supposed to go first)
The following morning, the front desk called and said, “Mr. Johns, your Uber Driver from last night just dropped off your keys.”

Wow, I didn’t even know they were missing, but unlike Lyft, I was able to get ahold of Uber, so I managed to leave a much better tip and was able to get in touch with my driver to thank him.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember my good Samaritan’s name, but I sure remember Ivan in the Lexus. Hey, Iven, if you’re if you’re an illegal, start packing, Buddy ’cause I’m hunting you down.
Oh, and Lyft, Fuck You Too!

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Those who have read my stuff know that I used to frequent Duffy’s Sports Grill in West Palm Beach almost every night.
And it was at this Duffy’s that I met a fascinating guy named Buzz Braman about ten years ago. Damn, it feels like 10 minutes.

Buzz (Shown on top back in the day with Shaq), who is part of the Braman car empire here in South Palm Beach, used to be the assistant coach of the Philadelphia 76ers and then the Orlando Magic, where he coached Superstars like Shaq and Penny Hardaway.

His job was to improve the players’ shooting skills; the weird part was he was better than all of them.
He is known as the “Shot Doc” and once threw a record-shattering 738 free throws in a row, plus 246 out of 250 3-pointers and made 1121 out of 1144 free throw attempts in one hour, not mention beating Larry Bird in a three-point shoot out.  See trophy above

Even now, Buzz is talking to the NBA about a new shooting technique he’s created that he claims will revolutionize basketball, which he said took a nice right turn last night.
Unfortunately, as he told a good friend of his in Orlando recently, he’s a little nervous because of his severe back problems, so he hasn’t been able to shoot a basketball in about eight months. His buddy said, “Hell, Buzz, it’s like riding a basketball.” 🙂

Anyway, back at Duffy’s, where I seldom go now because, as the saying goes, “Familiarity breeds contempt.”
I guess I must have overstayed my welcome, so when the service went south, I switched to BJ’s and brought a few of my friends with me.

Okay, enough of my whining; let’s get back to the story, enough of these sidebars.
Anyway, one night. there’s Buzz and I at Duffy’s having one or three adult beverages at the bar, talking about all the guitar links we’ve exchanged over the years. (Buzz and I are both big Blues guitar fans.)

After a while, Buzz, needing another drink, starts looking around for a bartender, but none are around, so he turns to me and says, “You would think with the thousands of dollars we spend in this joint, that they’d buy us a fucking drink once in a while.

Less than 30 seconds later, from out of nowhere, the GM comes over and says, “Can I buy you guys a drink?”
Buzz and I fell off our stools.

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

I wonder what percentage of female athletes are gay?

It takes a lot of courage to speak out and a lot to not.

The future don’t look anything like the past.

What President ever halted inflation?

Were there ever any signs that read, “No whites allowed?”

When I got into radio, I thought everything was too fucking long, so I spent most of my career shortening everything.

My biggest failure in life was trying to make the people I love happy.

Speaking of failure, NOT! I’ll never forget the day we were all gathered in Jim Hilliard’s office in Indy because the new rating book for Indianapolis had just arrived. We’d just come off our best ever, which was a 17 share, and were quite anxious to see if we maintained it. We laa lean forward as Jim turns to page 54 and says, “Damn it, Johns, I was sure you had a twenty; you only got a 19.3.

The best part about getting into a Hall of Fame was the amount of money you made while getting there. Trump kinda reminds me of a used car salesman because, like all salesfolks, he lies for a living.

Who took down the “Looters will be shot” signs?

A noble person is one who can give and forget but receive and remember.

Is there anything more boring than being in a meeting where everyone agrees? Hell, I was already gone after the first “yes.”

Wouldn’t you just once like to hear someone say no when asked in a movie if they’re okay?

If you ever wonder if you’re crazy, you ain’t. Crazy people don’t ask themselves silly questions like that.

When people don’t answer your questions, it’s a good reason to keep on asking them.

Has anybody in DC ever read a book?

Wow, Jimmy Buffet gone at 76.

COMMENTS

Wendy Homes: The most important thing about playing Poker is to remain calm and retain your Poker face. Years ago, when we had our cottage on Lake of the Woods we usually played Canasta in the evening with two other couples. One evening our adult children convinced us to play Texas Holdum, which I had never played before. Well, I was one of the last remaining two, and I laid down three of a kind! The whole table erupted and one of kids asked me if I was sure that I’d never played before; what a gas!! I’m really good at Blackjack, too but never tried it in Las Vegas.
Geo: Wendy, I don’t usually like to play games of any kind. However, when I was taking my Grandson Nathaniel college shopping on the train, at some point, he got bored and asked if I’d play poker with him.
He’d previously heard the “Deal Me In” story, and because I adored him, I reluctantly agreed to play.
So, there we were in the dome car, using M&Ms and Skittles as chips, and he was kicking my ass. Finally, he says, “Buppa, I always know what you’re holding because if you’ve got a good hand, you do this, and if you’ve got a bad hand, you do that.”
I won the next hand and most of the rest, and he couldn’t believe it and when he asked what just happened, I said, “You forgot the part in the “Deal Me In” story where Jim Hilliard says, “If George Johns ever sits in, cash me out.” He knew that if I ever sat in, I knew the rules. Hey, grasshopper, you taught me the rules!

Bill Gardner: You think it’s fun visiting Las Vegas, you ought to live here as we do! It’s Disneyland for grown-ups.
Had to laugh when you describe my former WFIL Philadelphia Program Director Jim Hilliard in the air as a “white knuckler.” Take it from a now airline captain, Jim has every right to! He’s the ONLY guy I know that survived an airline crash! I believe it was a DC9 aboard Hughes AirWest. (Deal Me In)
Geo: Bill, what was so weird about all that, Bill, was, he was sneaking up to Winnipeg to interview for the CKY position and when Pat O’Day saw the list of survivors, he was only one of the few who knew Jim’s real name and was pissed. As Pat told me later, when they sent Jim to KNEW in Spokane Pat asked him how much money he wanted so the company wouldn’t have to worry about him looking for work. Jim told him, the company paid it and a few weeks, Pat, was reading about Jim flying to Winnipeg for obviously a job interview.

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I just realized that it was sixty years ago when I met the man who changed my life.
He showed me a future so bright I needed to wear shades. I think I was around two years old. 🙂
(See the sixty-year-old photos above.)

His name was Jimmy Darin, and he was the Program Director and afternoon drive dee-jay at CKY in Winnipeg, where I was a part-time board op.
Who would have thunk what now feels like just a short few years later, I would be his National Programming Director when he was CEO at Fairbanks Broadcasting based in Indianapolis?

By this time, he was going by his real name, which was Jim Hilliard, and things were going so well that Jim would take my counterpart, Dick Yancey, and me on a 3-day junket to Vegas every year.
The way it worked was we figured out how to make an illegal connection in Chicago because the Las Vegas gate was right next to our arrival gate.
And the best part was the Vegas flight departed fifteen minutes after our arrival. Sweet!

On one of our yearly trips, sitting in our usual seats up front, having a Bloody Mary, suddenly the pilot’s voice comes over the intercom saying, “Hey folks, you’re in for a real treat today; not only are you going see the Grand Canyon you’re gonna see it from the inside because we’re going down into it.”

Wow, there we are, looking up at the sides of the Grand Canyon in a 747, one of the most giant planes ever built. Unbelievable.
However, what  I remember most about our Grand Canyon adventure, was Hilliard, a white knuckler saying to me, “George, tell that fucking pilot to get this fucking plane up and outta here.”

About an hour or so later, we checked into Caesars, where Jim put a bunch of money into their bank before we headed to the tables. 
Even though I’m not a gambler (More on that later), I love Vegas, and I just love to watch. Yeah, that too.

What I like to watch the most is the pit boss strolling over to us and saying to Jim, “Mr. H, you and your guests’ accommodations have been comped.”
Now Jim, not being a shy guy, would always manage to say, “How about the airfare?”

After watching Jim and Yance gamble for a while, it was time for me to waander around and check out all the cool new stuff in the menswear and sports shops.
The thing about the clothes in Vegas is you never see them anywhere else, which is very cool if you’re trying to be cool.

Every hour or so, I’d wander back to wherever Jim and Yance were playing, and Jim would hand me a bunch of black chips and say, “No matter how hard I beg, never give these back to me.”
Near the end of the day, we’d usually see a lounge show where one of our favorites was Louis Prima and Keely Smith.

However, during one of our Vegas excursions, we learned that Fats Domino was playing in the big room, and we just had to see that.
Luckily, because Jim was known as Mr. H, we were able to score a couple of tickets.

Now, being from Canada, I had no idea other than radio how things worked in America, but I was about to learn.
Once inside the big room, the usher disappointedly led us up to the back of the theater.

As he showed us to our seats, Jim introduced himself, and as he shook his hand, Jim asked if it was possible to get us a little closer, and the usher said he’d check.
The next thing I knew, we were being led down to our new seats, which were so close that I was almost sitting on the piano stool with Fats.

When I asked Jim why the hell the usher thought we wanted to sit way in the back instead of upfront like this, he said, “I think the $100 bill I slipped to him while I was shaking his kinda communicated where we’d like to sit.”

When our 3-day adventure was over, I would give Jim back all the black chips I held for him.
Now, depending on how many chips I gave him, decided whether we’d have a pleasant flight home or not..

Oh, yeah, what about me and gambling? Jim loved to play poker, so every week, he’d have a bunch of guys over, and because I didn’t gamble, I’d bartend because I liked hangin’ with the guys.
Throughout the night, the guys tried hard to persuade me every week to sit in, and I’d always refuse, claiming that I was too busy mixing drinks for them.

Then, one morning, after one of those late-night poker sessions, when Jim and I were driving to work together, he said, “Johns, you know why you do gamble, right?”
I looked at him quizzically and said, “Yeah, it’s because it doesn’t look like much fun to me. “No, that’s not it,” he said. it’s because you don’t know the rules.

Know this, though, squirrel: whenever the day comes that you decide to sit in, cash me out! 

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

One should always become childlike but never childish.

There are three types: those who make it happen, those who watch it happen, and those who say, “What the hell happened?”

Speaking of what the hell happened, I remember when the whole world wanted to live in America.

One of the things I like about California more than Florida is California’s baby Hurricanes.

You choose your future when you choose what you believe and who you hang out with.

I know this is a silly question I know, but I gotta ask: Why is it so easy to buy things but not so easy to cancel them?

The Winnipeg Blue Bombers are a couple of games out front of the pack in the western division of the CFL, and I think If the lads get up on their tippy toes, they probably can see the playoffs and the Grey Cup. Go, Big Blue! 

After he retired, Ron Chapman of KVIL in Dallas told me that even though he’s been inducted into three different Radio Halls of Fame, the thing he was most proud of was being asked by Paul Harvey to fill in for him when he was ill. Ron did it perfectly for a whole year.

Speaking of Paul Harvey, here’s the real thing. Check out why he had twenty-two million radio listeners. ….,https://youtu.be/RYmTl7iM6ks 

COMMENTS

Jed Duval: How did you keep the limo perk a secret from Gary Todd or Chuck Riley?
Both would have wanted it or some other perk like it.
I had never heard about it until just now. As Jim Hilliard would always tell me after meetings: “Remember, loose lips sink ships!” (C-Mo or L-Mo)
Geo: Jed, I never communicated much about what was happening at the other stations. When I was in one of our markets, I only wanted to deal with what was best for them. I didn’t want our stations competing with each other; they had enough competition in their own market to keep them busy.
Gary only talked to Jim in Indy, so he would have to hear from him. As for Riley, he didn’t give a shit.

Peter Mclane: Is radio now only a car commute medium? (C-Mo)
Geo: No, Peter, I believe that radio is still big in the office.

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Hey, Radio, here’s the real problem: you haven’t kept up with the changes, nor do you realize how much money there is lying around out here
But you keep on schlepping 60s and 30s for chump change anyway, which is so old school; shame on you!

Everything always changes, as did my daughter Cami in just a few short years at USF in Tampa.
(The picture on top shows how she looked like on her first day at USF. The next photo shows her when she graduated, and the final reveals what she’ll look like on her first day at South Florida University, where she’ll be studying for her Master’s Degree in Psychology.) Color me a proud Dad.

Meanwhile, here’s an example of how things have changed drastically in the advertising world.
Bing paid Ryan Seacrest a million dollars to stop saying Google and say Bing instead and spiffed iHeart a Mil to let him do it. No spots involved.

Where did that two million come from, and what was the cost per point on that deal?
Is there something your Superstar morning team may be able to mention that would be worth a few bucks? Just askin’.

Don’t you wonder what it costs to have a stadium named after a company so the media has to chant your name every time an event is held there?
Where did that money come from, and what targeting techniques did they want? What do you suppose, Mr. CPA?

Why are they paying millions of dollars to a bunch of athletes to use their product? Where did that money come from?
Hey, what about all those digital billboards you see in arenas, stadiums, and on the highways and byways? What the hell has that got to do with accountability, cost per point, or targeting?

Oh, and did you know that your superiors foolishly gave away your databases to Facebook?
Hey, radio had no idea what to do with it, but Facebook sure did.

Oh, and did you realize that they’re spending as much on advertising as they always have, if not more?
They’re just not spending it in the same old way.

Hello, Hello. Are You Sales Folks Awake in Yet Another Sales Meeting? 
Come on out into the sunshine; as I said up top, million-dollar bills are lying around out here just waiting to be harvested; I know ’cause I can smell ’em!

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

.Last week, I was talking to my friend Buzz Braman about why we made the trek to BJ’s.
Not a tough question to answer; hey, when the bartenders started to seem annoyed that we were back again, it was time to move on. Oh yeah, and it was never a place that you’d take a first date to, whereas BJ’s is.

Speaking of dates, if you’re at BJs in West Palm with a date or a friend and because you read Radio Geo’s Media Blog, say to your server for the next thirty days, “Hey, Geo’s buying our first round.” Oh, and if you’re all by yourself,  no problem, I’m still buying.

My family has always been more important to me than my country.(I’ve lived in three.)

It’s your attitude that determines whether you’re facing an obstacle or an opportunity.

I find it so strange how we won’t let animals suffer, but we don’t seem to mind if people do. 🙁

Speaking of suffering, what irritates me the most about the left and the right is the far right wants to ban abortions, and the extreme left wants to let boys who think their girls compete in female sports.
Unfortunately, they are both loud about their positions. (Can you use your inside voices, please?)

When my Class format was really hot, every time I’d travel to a new city to install it, the local sales folks would always greet me with, “What if it doesn’t work here,” and I’d always respond, “What if it does?

Most of my life is an open book, but I gotta keep some things under wraps; hey, I got daughters.

When I became a father, all I  wanted to be was to be a better father than my Dad was, which wasn’t a stretch. However, then again, maybe I was just a bad son.

Most people don’t care how much they pay for something as long as they think they’re getting more than they paid for.

Don’t ya hate it when companies email you their shit with no reply emails?

Did you know that Elvis sold out all of his concerts, 1684 of them? (I was at three of them, including his last.) Hell, even the Beatles didn’t do that.

So, whenever I’m arguing with a woman who manages to bring it to the point where I would punch her out if she were a guy,  I’d bring up sex.

This would usually back them off, but the new generation of women now is not intimidated by sex.

One can only wonder if the new generation of men who have been taught to treat women equally knows that even though she may deserve it, you never hit a woman.

When he sees a woman with a cigar, what man can’t help but think about Monika Lewinski?

Hey, Superman, what’s more critical, the world or your family?

Speaking of dying, I can only wonder how many young people have died. for some an old man’s dream?

When are the left and the right gonna realize that it’s the media that’s driving us apart?

The only thing that can stop you is you. 

Is there anything better than McDonald’s fries or In-N-Out Burgers?

How about those Lions going to Kansas City and upsetting the Superbowl Champs?

Speaking of Football, my Winnipeg Blue Bombers kicked the shit out of the Saskatchewan Roughriders to further entrench them in first place in the Western Division of the CFL. Go, Big Blue!

Can you imagine how exciting it was for Lois Lane to fall in love with Clark Kent and then get fuck Superman?

Hey, Mr. Policeman, when you say get on the fucking ground, and they resist instead of yellin’, just shoot them and save us some court time. However, if they do get on the ground quickly, back the fuck off. Are we fucking clear?

In my book “Guitars & Radio & Wild Wild Women,” one of the wild women I was involved with told me that even though she didn’t like heavy metal music, she always went to concerts anyway.
The reason she said was, “I just wanna fuck the Guitar Gods.”

Speaking of a Guitar Gods, check this out:

COMMENTS

Wendy Holmes: George, I agree with your comment on Hockey players. They are tough as nails and provide that little extra with their fighting.
I have to say that Football players also have to be tough in order to survive all of that close contact their bodies endure. They add a little comedic relief for the fans each time they have achieved a good play on the field, which adds to their appeal. Not to mention all of that Spandex on those young men’s bodies, which adds allure for us women!! Naughty me! (C-Mo or L-Mo:)
Geo: I knew that naughty girl that I once knew was bound to show up again. Welcome back. 🙂

The other day I had lunch with my friend Buzz Bfaman whom I’ve known for at least ten years.
Buzz and I met at Duffy’s, which I used to frequent, and we started chatting because we’re both into blues guitarists.

Anyway, at lunch, Buzz and I started laughing about how we were both national figures in our chosen professions, but in our hometowns, they wondered what ever happened to us.
Now we both live in West Palm Beach, Florida, where nobody knows or cares who we are.

For many years, Buzz was the assistant coach for the Philadelphia 76ers before moving on to the Orlando Magic, where he coached Shaq and Penny Hardaway and was known as “The Shot Doc.”
After about twenty-five years, he retired from the NBA and rejoined the family business in South Florida, Braman Motors.

At Braman, the employees have no idea who Buzz is other than they think he’s just one of the lucky sperm club members.
Braman Motors is huge in South Florida and they sell luxury cars such as Rolls Royce, Bentley, Mercedes, BMWs, and Porches, to name but a few.

Buzz’s Uncle Norm owns Braman and not only is the company worth about 8 Billion Dollars, but it’s also big enough to hold its own convention.
Every year they gather all the employees and their families together at the West Palm Beach Convention Center where each new employee has to bring a video of them that explains who they are and what they’re all about.