Have My Cake… And Eat It! This particular phrase is pertinent to dating, or rather ...
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Hey you, mr thirty-something with he stupid look on your face, I can tell you that the incessant dual tone electronic bleeb that is now driving you insane is emanating from somewhere deep inside your body where the sun don’t shine. I know this how? Because to loud applause and enthusiastic cheering from the ...
›What happened to dressing? I don’t mean the kind of dressing where you roll out of bed and manage to get a t-shirt over your head. Everybody does that, and I’m fucking sick of it. I’m talking about real dressing. Dressing where you match the event. Dressing where you’re a little uncomfortable in the name of looking right. Going to a restaurant where dinner is $150 a plate and the men are in dinner jackets and the ladies are in dresses to match, rather than just the waiter. Or going to a ...
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