Um....yeah. If only two people drink this shit and If it sits in the pot for 5 hours, it will be cold. It ain't the pot's fault. Don't be a playa hata.

I saw "Centre" because it's just that fuckin big. Their sign is wrong, it needs to be a CENTRE. And somewhere God should be worked in, because I'm sure this is the only place he can shop in just one visit.

This dude had to take a break. Get a puff - and make himself very aware to any hunters in the tristate region, " Whoa fellas, I'm no bear-walrus crossover. My head shall not adorn thine walls fine gentlemen! I'm just chillin, hav'in a Lucky Strike."

Rock on dude. Rock on.

We saw these fine fellas at the Harrow East Ballroom (after our romp ant the gay bar across the street). I;m not very familiar with their stuff, but I gotta say that I liked it. Good show. They should be bigger in the U.S. - but we're a finicky bunch.

...walked into a gay bar when your greeted by this. Of course, I didn't notice the gem until after;

1). The bartenders seemed really young, and unnaturally thin and well kept.
2). Stage show posters peppered around the bar.
3). A neon Bud-Light sign. (not normally too gay on it's own, but the rainbow backdrop really gave it away.)
4). Some dudes were like...hugging.
5). "Why didn't we notice that poster above the door when we came in?"

Yeah, that was hot. I love living here. High taxes, and this shit.

Like flypaper and a spider...er, fly on rice. Whatever - fat chics to Ho-Hos.