Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Monday, 5 September 2016

Filthie's Speakeasy

It's time for me to wallow in the company of my peers: unsavoury negroes. Loose women. Low men from the unplumbed profundities of the internet. Gotta problem widdit? Sod off!  Already the crabby old seniors over at the Treehouse are bitching and whining. Uncle Bob, Quartermain and Grampa Simpson are complaining about the noise!

Turn it down!!! We're trying to watch Matlock!

First up the old man's nylons is Tobacco Road!

The seedy Nashville Teens. Kids gone terribly wrong.

Chrissy Hines has politics that line up with Barkie Obutthole's. Today, she's as sleazy as he is but at least she can sing.

Time hasn't been kind to Chrissy - but like all the scum at Filthie's Speakeasy -
she didn't deserve mercy... But at one time - she was a smoking hot woman.

When the law drives by we throw on good music in an attempt to pass the dive off as some kind of semi-respectable establishment. Cops like country, so we'll put on our honky-tonk until they leave.

And so, here we are. The long weekend almost over, everyone eight sheets to the wind, with
some of us already vomiting proudly into the gutter as we finish off the night.
The old men over at the Treehouse will be laughing their asses off at us
tomorrow morning!

Hope y'all had a great weekend, all! I'm on vacation so I think I'll have another one or two - in a dirty glass!


  1. These songs are all good choices. Tobacco Road was written by John Loudermilk as a ballad, and refers to an area very close to where he grew up. The real Tobacco Road is on the West side of North Durham, NC. It was privately owned, so although people lived there (as in an actual neighborhood) the police never patrolled it - private property, you see. It was a pretty rough place, and Loudermilk used to deliver groceries to the residents.

    Chrissy Hines is a prime example of mileage versus age. Or maybe it's experience. Anyway, she's my kind of woman - smokin' hot, and by this time she doesn't have any doubts about what she wants in a 'relationship'.

    A woman like that could ruin a man. If he was lucky.

    Then we got Tracy singing about Jose Cuervo, which is the number one best selling tequila in the world, mainly due to advertising and songs like this one. While it isn't rocket fuel (check El Toro tequila sometime when you want to go blind), it's a long way from high quality tequila. Jose Curevo has two sterling qualities. One, it's cheap. Two, the more you drink the better it tastes.

    Let those amateurs at the Treehouse watch their Matlock reruns and talk about the good old days. Me, I'm holding up this bar until closing time - it's unsteady and I don't want it to fall over and do someone a mischief.

    1. Careful, WL - you may find yourself a VIP with the management of this disreputable establishment! HAR HAR HAR!

  2. Complaining? I thought I was making fun of the noise.

    Glen, do you think this post would give your daughter and her significant other fits?

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  3. They would flip their fuggin lids, Quartermain. Being militant lesbian social justice warriors, just being a man is cause for offense. To oppose The Narrative is anathema and heresy. Anita was right to oppose gays. The media is white washing homosexuality for a long, long time. In another ten years she will look like a visionary.

    I didn't know you had a blog - and will put you up on my blog roll if that's okay by you.

    1. Thank you, that's more than okay.

      Many thought Anita's predictions were crazy, now with the gays and whoever suing Christian businesses for not wanting to endorse their life style, it don't seem so crazy anymore.

      Oh, I have you on my blog roll as well.