July 2010
June 2010
Whatever, he’s hot.
Um, no.
I’m super weirded out by tonight’s ending, but maybe it was because I had to pee so damn bad. Anyway, if you don’t have HBO and are looking for a place to watch True Blood, go to Professor Thom’s on 2nd Avenue between 13 and 14 streets. They have giant screens as well as smaller screens for each booth, and the entire bar goes quiet the minute the show starts. See you there next Sunday (but mostly because I have nobody else to go with)….
Nobody wants to do anything because of “the game”. Please. You know you don’t give a fuck about a soccer match between the Netherlands and Slovakia. You don’t even know where those countries are.
The drawback is that now I just don’t really shower either. I should get a bidet.
Topic: What If?; Winning Call: What if everyone had transparent skin?
They’re taking over the city.
What if teddy bears ran lending banks? You could settle debts with cuddles. What if houseflies could talk? They could compete on reality TV shows where they’re smooshed at the end (“Pack up your dung. You’re fly-erd!”) What if prostitutes had built-in ATMs? Oh boy…
We need the real creative geniuses—our listeners—to call us on the air (201-209-9368) this Friday from 6 to 7pm (EST) and come up with a “what if?” scenario and one of its ensuing consequences. As always, the best answer wins our prize.
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Shut Up, Weirdo: A world of imagination and limitless possibilities
Oof. I feel bad for her future.
And I kind of totally love her.
For this reason alone, I should have 12 boyfriends.
I guess that makes sense.
If you were an East Village druggie who didn’t wear army fatigues, would you be considered out of style?
8 girls, all wearing different colored neon Ray-Bans, came up here for a bachelorette party. After opening boxes of tacky lingerie, they are now practicing a choreographed dance for the fat girl’s wedding. It’s set to a Black Eyed Peas song which they have now played a total of 7 times in a row.