Lousy tips, bad haircuts, and nobody gets laid. Nobody. Gets. Laid.
To the bloggers who will be in Boston covering the Democratic convention:
If you walk into a bar and see a bunch of pudgy guys in elastic-waist Dockers®, nursing beers and wiping their sweaty hands on their Le Tigre polos while nervously eyeing the one woman in the room…you’ve found the place.
It only looks like a premature ejaculation support group.