He just made that woman’s entire life.
|Spencer:||What time do you get off?|
|Joe:||I get off every time I see Tim Lincecum. But if you mean work, I'm outta here at 4:30 darling.|
|Spencer:||You must have some really awkward social situations.|
It’s a book! Today we received a shipment of 300 copies of Dan’s book, HOW NOT TO READ. The book is out on Tuesday, 9/4 and you can celebrate with us that evening at Housing Works. Or come to the store and Dan will sell it to you in person. Regardless, please buy the book so that Dan won’t take it out on us.
(P.S. That’s not Dan in the photo! Dan would be wearing a tie. And maybe a small tear rolling down his face.)
Does not-Dan come with the book? Because, um, unf.
And I was surprised to see this:
Now we all know the collective consensus on Ms. Meagan Good as an actress. With the exception of her roles in Friday and Cousin Skeeter, she’s always been the hot sidekick/chick or loose goose. But it seems marriage and a little…
I heard absolutely NOTHING about this show. It’s just as well. NBC — and broadcast television generally — is all about cancellation. I remember being very hyped for Awake and Undercovers. Both are gone. Let’s not even talk about Kings. Anyone remember that?
A slightly more important question is: who is that gentleman on the far left? Unf.
Wolfie, in response to an update I gave him about having dinner with Ray last night.
In the midst of trying to subtract my unrequited feelings from an otherwise cheerful and platonic outing, a stunningly hot guy strolled into the restaurant and sat at the table right behind Ray. The hot guy was Asian and donned in a motorcycle jacket. As he set down his helmet and took off his jacket, the event was played out in my head in slow-motion, the way straight guys imagine a hot woman emerging from a swimming pool. Beneath the hot guy’s motorcycle jacket was a thin V-neck shirt barely concealing his lean but muscular frame, from which emerged gorgeously chiseled, tatted arms. All through dinner, I kept sneaking glances at his table, at him.
And he wore a Giants cap.
by the moonlight,
stripped of cloth,
glistening with sweat,
even, before we begin.
Living in moments,
that we’ll never forget,
while the burning sun sleeps.
Someone wrote a poem based on “unf”.
I might be in love.