How much do yoooouuuuu squat?
@dntsqzthchrmn Seriously, if it was the one in midtown around 43rd street, it was wild. I had a similar view, but I couldn't see the actual cause of the steam. All that I could see from my vantage were people running uptown on Lex -- terrified -- and a huge amount of smoke/steam coming from somewhere.
Anyway, to make this long story, longer, I also called Mollins Esq. after this steam pipe blast, in hopes of a quick buck. I described to him what I saw and felt. However, a few weeks later I got served with a Complaint alleging copyright infringement for some goddamn Godzilla movie. Mollins was plaintiff's counsel.
Keep it up with the mocking, I know a guy who semi-specializes in commenter-libel lawsuits.
Strangely enough, "Knee Deep In Nasa" is the name of a chapter in my memoirs, the one that recounts the time I worked at a fetish dungeon in Tokyo.
@Gef the Talking Mongoose
I am just grossed out by the phrase "yoga culture." Though the phrase chive crotch set the table.
Somewhere on the internet, there is a whack-a-mole enthusiast chat room that is, collectively and positively, tumescent.
This seems like an appropriate time and place to apologize to my town library, where as an early teen I often defiled "Tropic of Cancer". The shame...
Unrelated, but I was wondering if bloggers are now subject to the "payola" laws?
I agree with Mr. Shah. I just find it funny that we are getting bill paying lessons from a guy who, probably, has not paid for a meal while dining out in NY for at least 3 years.
One might feel more sympathy for Tara Wilson had she not been the heartless one who left her stuffed bear out on the porch to fend for itself in the notoriously raw, wet and windy North Carolina winter. For her to now complain about Henry being disemboweled by a local miscreant rings hollow. For shame Tara Wilson, you horrible cunt.