I have always thought the perfect country song would be sung from the point of view of a man who is in an argument with his woman but decides to let it go in the interests of making sure he gets sex that evening. It would be called "I'd Rather Be Naked (Than Right)." That said, I can't write a tune to save my life, and I am generally pretty lazy even with something as easy to pen lyrics to as this would be (both "turn out the light" and "you win this fight" are natural rhymes for the chorus) so it will remain yet another idea I allow to [...]
Here's the story of Eric Williamson, arrested by police in Virginia for being naked in his own kitchen at 5:30 in the morning. (A woman and her son were cutting through his front yard and, observing Williamson's dangling wang, called the law, who charged him with indecent exposure.) You will probably be distracted by the typically overheated local news reportage (I can't decide if my favorite part is where Williamson, now tastefully attired, recreates his making of the coffee or the ominous shot from outside of him standing by the window) here, but it's a pretty amazing thing: If I can't brew up a cup of joe in [...]
They weren't just naked drunks… THEY WERE NAKED VANDALS.
Trouble at the High Line. It seems that guests of the Standard Hotel, which overlooks the converted railway, have been offering performances of a sexual nature for the benefit of those who wander beneath. Some of these performances, even the solo shows, have been rather graphic, and neighbors are up in arms! Fortunately, the hotel has a plan to address the issue: They're going to make a "concerted effort to remind guests of the transparency of the guest room windows," which will surely not give anyone who hadn't already considered it any ideas.