Vito & Enzo’s Mom

Mike Perry do you write romance novels in your spare time??

@AnthonyCumia You mean, St. George of Floyd??

The way they use that violent, drug addled criminal as some saintly, wonderful human being is ridiculous. George Floyd died from a drug overdose. Unfortunately he was in the custody of officers of the Minneapolis PD at the time. The cops are the real victims here.

A gut punch. At my mom’s doctor appointment today, we were told they believe her brain tumor (non cancerous) has grown and she had another stroke. My father just called and has been diagnosed with stage 5 kidney disease. He is refusing dialysis at this point. If you can spare a prayer, I would sure appreciate it.

Pallbearers and attendees are being sought for the funeral of 98-year-old WW2 veteran John Bernard Arnold III, who died on May 6th with no living relatives. Visitation will be this Monday, May 18th at St. Joseph the Worker Church in Hanson, Massachusetts at 10am. A funeral mass will follow at 11am, and burial will take place at Cedar Knoll Cemetery in Taunton, Massachusetts. patriotledger.com/story/news/202…

BREAKING: my health condition quickly deteriorated today. I’m having life-saving surgery tomorrow. There is no expectation of the outcome. I am DNR. I love you all. -Adam

@Kristinartz How is that even a question?

Just an honest opinion. After having a cat, would you have another cat?

@ModernTalmud If only i knew how to say a mishaberach or the rofeh cholim but my thoughts are with you.

Personal Note: Friends, I will be going back into the hospital tomorrow for a potentially life-saving surgery and would appreciate any tehillim/prayers if you are so inclined. I hesitate to give this out, but my Hebrew name is Yaakov Shmuel ben Malkah (You know it’s serious when I’m sacrificing my anonymity 🫤). God willing, I’ll catch up with you on the flip side of Shabbos. Love to all ❤️

Bear escaped when my roommate left the door open this morning, I’ve been searching the neighborhood for three hours and I can’t find him anywhere. Please pray for his safe return, I’m losing my mind I’m so worried idk what I’m gonna do if I can’t find him.

@RudyGiuliani Thank god

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@cutiieepie6 I am so sorry

Today I said goodbye to my cat forever… 💔 No one checked on me. No one even said RIP. If you’ve ever loved a pet, you know this pain is real. 🐾

@Captain2Corner Oh shit how did I never do #4????

You get a point for each one you’ve done. How many points y’all get??? #NYY #RepBX

@elonmusk The Band is back together again 👍🏻

On my way to Beijing in Air Force One

@KatTimpf I am so sorry Kat

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

@JimSharky @AnthonyCumia Wow! You caught his effeminate outburst perfectly! Dude shoulda just left Ant alone!

@AnthonyCumia My angle. Dude was a cunt and got exactly what he was looking for. #TeamTwoShirts

I couldn’t agree more.

@AnthonyCumia @77WABCradio The cops never say “the killer wouldn’t do that” unless they were the cops searching for Savannah Guthrie’s mother.

Live from New York! @77WABCradio Anthony and Jimmy! Now.

@AnthonyCumia @77WABCradio Best bit in my head (listening since 102.7 in ‘98) OJ calling 911 because Pedro Guerrero was getting high with his chick

@downbadcomment He’s mentally ill get rid of him

thoughts?

Ma petite vieille est sur ses derniers miles. Je l'ai trouvé au milieu de ma corde de bois vla presque 20 ans. Elle aura vue 6 chiens 4 déménagements 4 petits enfants 2 Pays Plusieurs États 2 provinces Et de l'amour à en plus finir. My best cat ever 🥰

This is Milo He was on the prowl last night , went way out of his sector and got killed on the road He was such a good cat …. He deserves to be seen one last time. 😞