Blackish Jews? Maybe he meant pseudo Africans, Not judeo, wiggas?  Or Rastafarians

Obviously the key to linking the Jews and the Rastas would of course be Zion? When I hear Zionist Conspiracy though I don't instantly think Bob Marley.

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http://www.stylesage.co.uk/his/shell-cordovan-wallets/

"As I’m in need of a new wallet I... noticed these at Brooks Brothers. Most of my wallets don’t last all that long, Cordovan seems to be the way forward. They will also match my cordovan burgundy tassel loafers I just ordered from Crockett, so perhaps It’s meant to be"

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Is that shooey growing sprouts or green algae on his shoe?

Looking lower left in pic I doubt shooey would be wearing thongs

"Better when you'd have to go downtown or fly to Paris in order to buy that certain ring or necklace for a gal," Dreckard writes.

You know, I had the same problem when I wanted to surprise Crusty with a new pair of cufflinks for his birthday: Go downtown (i.e. Canal St.) or fly to Paris? But why Paris?  Why not Rome, or Milan, or London? They're not too shabby, and probably easier to get around in than Paris, where you're sure as fuck not going to find a Cheesecake Factory when you need it. So Paris is out--but could I be sure of the quality of what I might find "downtown" (i.e. Canal St.)? Could I, some innocent hick from the sticks, be tricked into buying counterfeit goods?  Better not to risk it, better not to have to see poor Crusty open the box, immediately discern, as only he can, that the links are fakes, and have to force an appreciative grin, and lie to me about how beautiful they are while all the time hating what he's holding, and wanting to throw them in the trash as soon as possible.  There's no need for any more disappointment in his life.

Fortunately I hit on something between "downtown" (i.e. Canal St.) and the city of Paris---you'll never believe it, and it's just a $1.00 (plus .50 booking fee) bus ride away!  That's right, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts Gift Shoppe! I went on line and saw their amazing collection of authentic reproductions with vivid, colorful stones and mounts rivaling anything the overpriced joailliers du Place Vendome are peddling, and knew immediately that these would put a genuine smile on Crusty's face.

I'll let you guys know how he likes them.