New York vs. My Balls
I am so done with New York. Done done done. That's how done I am. Fuck the north with its 15 degree weather and my nonexistant testicles.
All was not lost, however. 100 bucks snagged me a last minute, second row seat to Monty Python's Spamalot and a chance encounter with scientology fucktard Tom Cruise and prego-wife Katie Holmes. Also, ask me about the surprisingly excellent one-man Star Wars Trilogy show that Andrew and I saw.
My New Orleans ETA is 11 AM. I'll be in town no more than two days before I return Whorelando for god knows how long.
So thanks for everything, New York. You are a frigid, frigid, bitch.
All was not lost, however. 100 bucks snagged me a last minute, second row seat to Monty Python's Spamalot and a chance encounter with scientology fucktard Tom Cruise and prego-wife Katie Holmes. Also, ask me about the surprisingly excellent one-man Star Wars Trilogy show that Andrew and I saw.
My New Orleans ETA is 11 AM. I'll be in town no more than two days before I return Whorelando for god knows how long.
So thanks for everything, New York. You are a frigid, frigid, bitch.