Grandpa is LEAVING US.

Lets have a dinner that has food that looks like this on friday and celebrate the jolly good fellow.

The Verdict is OUT!

Plannie's smile is WAY bigger than Krausey's.

Slutty vs. Zomby

Brian: dead tight rope walker. YAWN.

Wiggin out.

Hypnotyyyyyyyze.


Both costume genres have their obvious benefits. If youre over freezing your ass off being a slutty pumpkin, try being a dead one.

Blind Item

Last night at a bar I met a musican named _______, who was requesting that the DJ play her music. She was like, "do you have any ______? Oh! Thats MY band!" As her own voice played through the speakers, she lectured anyone who would listen about HER lyrical masterpieces. Then she told me I looked like Courtney Thorne Smith. Go back to Williamsburg where you belong. Wait. We're IN Williamsburg.

Pint of Wine, Front Row at the RO-DE-OOOO!

Ever wonder what a rodeo at Madison Square Garden looks like? THIS! I attended with coworkers and I was the youngest in the group by at least twenty years. We drank Franzia out of clear, plastic pint glasses, and when Guliani did the opening ceremony, people who will "never forget" went absolutely nuts. Most of the people in attendance were not from New York proper, but instead from places like Kingston, New Jersey and most looked like parents of teens who went to juggalo conventions at night. I saw the following in abundance: pink cowboy hates with feathers, not ironic handle bar mustaches and Toby Keith T-Shirts. White Trash With Money Ya'll!

Wait, what if we were a petting zoo for Halloween?

I can't stop thinking about this.

Where there is much light, the shadow is deep

we are an enlightened bunch, are we not?