What's it Gonna Be?
Mucho thanks to my engorged, I mean engaged friend Paul.
Your ass looks delicious.
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Serving you a plate of mad New York observations with a side order of Stank.
Mucho thanks to my engorged, I mean engaged friend Paul.
I'm tired of people who are down on celebrities. I live in New York and find myself constantly surrounded by all kinds of fame and glitz (gotta love the glitz). I can say for certain that most celebrities put their pants on by snapping up the sides, just like we do. For instance, it's not like Steven Seagal would go around pretending to be an authentic delta blues musician and take on the moniker "Mojo Priest."
The universe is more than random chance. Need proof? I give you...
The scene begins in a parking lot. A young you is stuck clutching a half drank Milwaukee's Best Ice, mascara running down your face. Watching, as all of your friends go into the Bon Jovi concert as you wonder how you missed out on getting tickets again.