Your neighbors may be peering at them but my concern with this program in NYC is my neighbors peeing on them.
"...also, we finally realized not everybody in NY is white."
I must now joyfully but obligatorily point out that this is a post relevant to my name.
"...as I saw a friend with over a million followers do a few weeks after my own Twitter disaster."
I'll be waiting for the sequel post about why we shouldn't blog-shame our friends for twitter faux pas.
And here I was assuming the reason people are paying attention to his plays all of a sudden was that he died.
This depresses me in the same way as NBC commercials that announce how many tens of millions of people are watching the awful, awful show.
There are so so so many of them and they're reproducing at a much faster rate than we are.
I also find it helps to have a $250 glass dome with a piece of moss under it on your unfinished wood furniture, and either a skull or a pair of antlers on the wall.
I honestly don't find this so insane. Having a back yard and a basement in NYC is pretty uncommon.
Also, if I lived there it'd be 15 by 10 feet of HUGE FISH TANK in the basement.
NOTE--I am, admittedly, part of the problem.
Scrooge got his money honestly. The only person he ripped off along the way was a voodoo chieftain, afterward he suffered for years from a hex.
He's very stingy about paying employees, though.
So no, he probably wouldn't do any of the things you suggest at the end.
Everybody here should do themselves a favor and read Don Rosa's Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck. It is awesome.
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I was fortunate enough to have him as a college graduation speaker just before the last election.
Incredibly eloquent guy. Actually had me wanting to vote for his wife for a couple of weeks after the speech.