gennaro paone: former head tailor of rubinacci

[Tried and True]



I would like to make a joke using the phrase "foobinacci sequence".

Any suggestions?

Let me get back to you when I'm in the mood to write some cringe comedy.

 

[Xiaogou]

Whoever told you your sense of humor was robust was lying their pinchy little face off.

It was your Mom.

Impossible. Heisnotbritish is not British.

 

[Wes Bourne]



Hitler was into tar babies.

Originally Posted by foo roops
Yo, mafoo, kick it one time

Yo, sheep, Let's kick it! Tar Tar Baby, Tar Tar Baby All right stop, read me and listen

is back with my age-old obsession I grab a hold of a topic tightly Stuck like a limpet daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo! I don't know Pay attention and my head'll grow To the extreme I rock Photoshop like a pervert Post your fits and watch me jump like a terrier. Click, go read the post that looms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I make a dope argument Anyone less rigid than me's a felony Love it or leave it, You better gain way You better tear out your eyes, The

don't play If there was no problem, Yo, I'll find it Check out the divots while my head orbits it Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Now that the threak is jumping With the Brown degree and the prestigious lawyerin' But there's no point, no point just belaboring Weighing down MC like a Katz's reuben Burnin' every detail unpackin' each symbol I go crazy at Reeves's thimble And a huge head with glasses like windows I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my foyer With my Knoll sofa so the Wii don't show The hataz on standby, Posting just to stay live Did you stop? No -- I just tl:dr'ed Kept on writing won't stop The left and poor are selfish, won't stop if their bloc Their bloc was dead Yo -- so I went to "Megan Fox: We Appreciate You" Girl musta felt hot, wearing less than bikinis Disgusted me to see her sharp knees So foofed her to look like a robot mime Then Anne H's page and she ain't no nine Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill when I show'em Matuozzo Balls Oneshoe stands out really swell I grabbed my five pair cordovan shells Pounding Wall Street real fast Jumped into BIGLAW, saw Esquire's ad Hanger to hanger Rubi's got my closet packed I'm trying to get in but the Amjack's got it stacked Dan T. on the scene, You know what I mean They passed me up, for runnin' on the dope steez If there's any interest, Yo, I'll exhaust it Check out my blog for my DJ fit pic Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Ice Take heed, 'cause I'm a philosophy major UWS's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My thoughts I post to make your heads pound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause I write like a chemical spill Reasoning and syntax that make your eyes peel I post just for replies, This is a hell of a concept Mock my height you make my head bigger Call my arguments ridiculous, slice like a ninja Pwn with so much snark, Other members say, "damn" If my ego was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the keyboard while I kick my juice If there was a point, Yo -- I'll belabor it! Check out my blog cause I've forgot it. Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Tar Baby, Veiny Tar Yo man -- Let's make some more threaks! Word to your foyer! Tar Tar Baby Too short, Tar Tar Baby Too short Too short Tar Tar Baby Too short Too short, Tar Tar Baby Too short Too short

 

[gdl203]

The moves are still fresh

 

[IndianBoyz]

Lemme drop a beat..


[VIDEO][/VIDEO]

 

[dieworkwear]

The first post in that thread is amazing.

Spoiler: Warning: Spoiler!

Ever since I was a finalist and appeared on the Today show, I can't escape discussing my clothes with acquaintances and friends now eye me up and down every time I see them. Even worse, they always look disappointed and skeptical. I wore a blue OCBD under a navy cashmere v-neck jumper and grey trousers with longwings to a holiday party; an acquaintance approached me with a confused look on his face, then stated: "You aren't very well dressed today." Friends keep track of what I wear and say things like "Isn't that the same jacket you wore last week?" and "Oh, I heard wingtips were out of style" and "That's so 80's!" Of course, they also ask for advice, which I try not to give. But then push comes to shove, and I make a recommendation. At least a dozen male friends have asked me what kind of shirts I like to wear casually. When I tell them I like Brooks Brothers OCBDs (and explain what those are), they grimace and point out in a pitying tone that they've already upgraded to Pink or Tyrwhitt. I'm sick of explaining what my "hankie" is for and why it doesn't match my tie. Everyone has asked me at least once where to buy a "cool pinstriped blazer" to wear with jeans. A good friend introduced me to his girlfriend for the first time and pointed out proudly that I was one of the "best-dressed men in America." She laughed and blurted out "But you dress like a dad!" Somewhat sheepishly coming to my defense, he explains that I dress "very unique." Every guy asks me for what I think about their clothes, but in a disingenuous, bragging manner, as if to make sure I know I didn't deserve to be a finalist because his jacket is Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL. I always politely say "Very nice. I like it." They follow-up with: "Do you know where I got it?" "Huh, I dunno." "It's a Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL." "Oh, cool. Good stuff." "What designer is yours?" "Oh, I had a tailor make it." "Oh . . . well, check out Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL. I got a gay friend who works at Bergdorf/Saks/Bloomingdales who says it's the absolute best." And the shoes. Oh god. People look at my shoes like I'm a homeless person with dirty cardboard strapped under my feet. No, they're not Gucci or Ferragamo. Yes, I know I can get them for what I paid for these. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Suddenly everyone's a critic and a fashion editor. It's not my self-esteem or confidence at stake, but my sanity. I don't like talking to people anymore because they can only seem to talk about what I'm wearing. Let this be a lesson to others.

 

[Camilo]

I would like to make a joke using the phrase "foobinacci sequence". Normally, I would be afraid that this might be too sophisticated, but I think the forum can handle it.

Any suggestions?

Not sure about a joke using the foobinacci sequence but there are fibonacci numbers too. So 11 should be a foobinacci number, the number of suits required from a tailor before you can know if he's good or not.

 

[Xiaogou]

The first post in that thread is amazing.

Spoiler: Warning: Spoiler!

Ever since I was a finalist and appeared on the Today show, I can't escape discussing my clothes with acquaintances and friends now eye me up and down every time I see them. Even worse, they always look disappointed and skeptical. I wore a blue OCBD under a navy cashmere v-neck jumper and grey trousers with longwings to a holiday party; an acquaintance approached me with a confused look on his face, then stated: "You aren't very well dressed today." Friends keep track of what I wear and say things like "Isn't that the same jacket you wore last week?" and "Oh, I heard wingtips were out of style" and "That's so 80's!" Of course, they also ask for advice, which I try not to give. But then push comes to shove, and I make a recommendation. At least a dozen male friends have asked me what kind of shirts I like to wear casually. When I tell them I like Brooks Brothers OCBDs (and explain what those are), they grimace and point out in a pitying tone that they've already upgraded to Pink or Tyrwhitt. I'm sick of explaining what my "hankie" is for and why it doesn't match my tie. Everyone has asked me at least once where to buy a "cool pinstriped blazer" to wear with jeans. A good friend introduced me to his girlfriend for the first time and pointed out proudly that I was one of the "best-dressed men in America." She laughed and blurted out "But you dress like a dad!" Somewhat sheepishly coming to my defense, he explains that I dress "very unique." Every guy asks me for what I think about their clothes, but in a disingenuous, bragging manner, as if to make sure I know I didn't deserve to be a finalist because his jacket is Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL. I always politely say "Very nice. I like it." They follow-up with: "Do you know where I got it?" "Huh, I dunno." "It's a Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL." "Oh, cool. Good stuff." "What designer is yours?" "Oh, I had a tailor make it." "Oh . . . well, check out Kiton/Brioni/Zegna/Armani/RLBL. I got a gay friend who works at Bergdorf/Saks/Bloomingdales who says it's the absolute best." And the shoes. Oh god. People look at my shoes like I'm a homeless person with dirty cardboard strapped under my feet. No, they're not Gucci or Ferragamo. Yes, I know I can get them for what I paid for these. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Suddenly everyone's a critic and a fashion editor. It's not my self-esteem or confidence at stake, but my sanity. I don't like talking to people anymore because they can only seem to talk about what I'm wearing. Let this be a lesson to others.

I never knew that Foo had to put up with this type of abuse. Foobuse shouldn't be tolerated. Foo, you need to start going Manton on these fools.

 

[FlyingMonkey]

I hope FlyingMonkey feels included in this post

 

[dieworkwear]



 

[greger]

Looks like some people here are smoking to much weed for this thread has sure gone to pot.

About the tailor, he does fine work.

 

[greger]

A nice picture minus the gags.

 

[Tried and True]

^^^

That's an interesting lid; a felt hat blocked in the 'optimo' style, which is usually reserved for straw ''Panama' hats.

 

[clapeyron]

Spoiler

Tibor really stepped up his game...

 

[IndianBoyz]

What happend to Tibor, he got stuck somewhere with his hat?