thematically fickle

We made numerous and exceedingly gushing toasts to “Bobby” on Saturday night, the well-known grape crusher who died last Friday at the age of 94.  Somewhere between The Lei Lounge and Bar Pink Elephant and tucked in between martini number three and glass of wine number two (ouch), I learned that Bobby had changed the pronunciation of his name from [...]

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Thanks to the sub-sub-par genetics of the man who fathered me, john allred, I have astronomically high cholesterol. My combined HDL/LDL score is 359 and the doctor who discovered this almost had a myocardial infarction himself when an MRI of my heart came back clear of any blockages. He practically begged me to drink copious [...]

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Honestly, I’ll take Elliott Spitzer and his $5000/hour escort or David Paterson and his wife’s skeletally endowed closet over this candidate for City Council.
For Chrissake (I always like using that one!), the man is running for office. You’d think he could pee in a toilet and masturbate in the shower like all other grown men, [...]

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