I’ll be giving out Lotto numbers later….
Can I call it or what?
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 DockersÂ®, 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.
It looks like Doyles drew the short straw
…and who wouldn’t enjoy this picture of Jonah seen here which Stanley Kurtz will later link to as just one more reason why gays shouldn’t marry.