Aaaaaaaand We're Back
Hey, everyone! I'm back!
How about that Elliott Spitzer, huh? Turns out he likes the hookers. And not just the $50 for a lubejob kind that I pick up uptown on Thursday afternoons, either. No, he likes the Jersey Shore trashy, yet expensive kind. Honestly, what is this country coming to? A man has to resign his governorship because he paid for sex with another woman? The guy was paying for sex with his wife for 20-plus years! Am I right, people?
What else? I did a reading last night at Ochi's Lounge at Comix. It was for the Family Hour, hosted by the lovely Sara Benincasa. It was a delightful night with some wonderful performers. I did my usual inept stuttering that occasionally comes off as endearing, but usually appears off-putting and creepy.
I think I'm finally past the tough stuff at the office, so hopefully, I'll have more time to post my nonsense here. Because if the InterWeb doesn't need another idiot discussing American Idol and the New York Rangers, then I don't know anything about anything.
For those interested, this is the 200th post on this blog, which I'll use as another opportunity to tell Sally Field to screw off for doubting me. What do you think of me now, Sally?
How about that Elliott Spitzer, huh? Turns out he likes the hookers. And not just the $50 for a lubejob kind that I pick up uptown on Thursday afternoons, either. No, he likes the Jersey Shore trashy, yet expensive kind. Honestly, what is this country coming to? A man has to resign his governorship because he paid for sex with another woman? The guy was paying for sex with his wife for 20-plus years! Am I right, people?
What else? I did a reading last night at Ochi's Lounge at Comix. It was for the Family Hour, hosted by the lovely Sara Benincasa. It was a delightful night with some wonderful performers. I did my usual inept stuttering that occasionally comes off as endearing, but usually appears off-putting and creepy.
I think I'm finally past the tough stuff at the office, so hopefully, I'll have more time to post my nonsense here. Because if the InterWeb doesn't need another idiot discussing American Idol and the New York Rangers, then I don't know anything about anything.
For those interested, this is the 200th post on this blog, which I'll use as another opportunity to tell Sally Field to screw off for doubting me. What do you think of me now, Sally?
Labels: Family Hour, hookers, Sally Field, Spitzer
posted by G.Wo @ 11:34 AM
2 Comments:
You were great and not at all stuttery, you goddamned liar. And your wife was delightful.
Madam, I'll be the one to call people liars around here ...
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