Can you get me a bathrobe?
go to the Thompson, have drinks outside, watch them come and go, and pounce.
ooo yes. Bathrobe coming at you. After I have stolen 2 for myself of course. And an umbrella. And the 96" flatscreen tv.
My bodyguards are on to you, bitch.
I must admit I keep envisioning you literally enscounced a la Jean Cocteau.
how IS Big Phat, anyway? i ran into Phuck All last week, he's doin fine.
I've lived in NY 10 years, and the only place I've seen celebs is in the elevator going to Bliss, except when Iggy Pop was leering at girls and trying to be noticed on, yes, St Mark's Place. Oof.
Good excuse to expense a massage/ facial, tho.
You were too drunk to find the elevator. Two hours later, after climbing the stairs, you stumble to the first door you can find.
The key card works. In you go, as you search for the bed.
You undress, and climb in...to find a warm body. He simply holds you without any question.
The next morning, you both wake up in horror, (him more so than you), realizing that Maccers and Lance Armstrong is an unusual, yet star-crossed, combination in a king size bed.
Two glorious hours later, you depart and head straight for the offices of the Post... With his EPO's and his sperm. One's in a bottle, and the other is not.
Yes. I thikn yes, turbulent priest.
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