hahahahahaah, oh man! The week is moving right along. Happy Belated Labor Day (or as they say in Europe, Labour Day) from the HBCC, fresh off last week's haircut, our first ever list of handomest New Yorkers, a very merry post from T. America, and the above photographed picture of the WORST indian meal I have ever experienced on 6th St. If you are in the neighborhood, avoid Taj Mahal (not Raj Mahal, I'm not making this up) and instead do yourself a favor and go to Spice Cove. You won't be sorry until you're done digesting the Rogan Josh! Spicy...Talk is cheap. speaking of cheap, talk about sex couldn't be cheaper right now. If only sex were cheap also. Maybe if we weren't so cheap ourselves. cheap cheap cheap cheap. Now that word means nothing to me.
Ads are funny, but this, this, and this, we prefer.
I've gotten out to see only the most indie movies this summer. A Scanner Darkly, Half Nelson, Little Miss Sunshine, Snakes on a Plane. whatever, been there - done that. And yet this and the sequel are pretty much the only thing worth talking about right now, even when compared in a head-to-head taste test with talk about sex. Get to know Allef.
What can we say? dude's in love with all sortsashit. But we will burn down your apartment if you ever blog about that love triangle you had with the HBCC. That's just how we get down.
new set of open bars up today! gechyours before i gemmine.
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