I love when the air in NYC takes its Autumnal turn into crisp and refreshing. It makes me want to walk down the streets of the city I love with a renewed sense of purpose and delight. Unfortunately, that joy quickly gets squashed when I realize how people see me as I lumber through the streets of Manhattan...
I suddenly just got a craving for s'mores...
I was just considering what I wanted to eat for dinner, and my biggest concern was to get something that wouldn't make me feel crappy later on tonight. I weighed my options for a moment, and then had this actual thought, verbatim:
"Oooh! I'll have chicken wings. They won't make me feel crappy. They'll make me feel great. And Powerful.
I should be an ad man.
Chicken Wings: They'll Make You Feel Great. And Powerful.
I'm starting to think that the amount of dead bodies in Central Park on Law & Order doesn't quite match up to the amount of dead bodies in Central Park in real life.
Stabler feels bad. You can tell.
I am completely baffled every time I see someone wearing animal print clothing. Who pulls on those leopard print pants in the morning, looks in the mirror and thinks, "Damn. I am pulling these off."?
A Wookiee Wearing Leopard (Above)
Maybe it's just me? Very few times in my life have I looked at a jungle cat and thought, "That is one sexy animal. You know where it would be sexier? On my legs."
Don't Look At Me With Those Come Hither Eyes
I guess I shouldn't judge though. At least not until I can kick my peacocking habit...
Portly Clown Who Runs This Website