I sat next to Katherine Heigl at Jersey Boys on Broadway years ago. (It was right around Tony time so the show was a huge hit and the buzz in the air was super duper HOT.)

She tried to be an armrest hog for the first minute, but I staked my claim and got her straightened out on how it was gonna go with the armrest.…

Oh snap.

I just BARELY STARTED to A LITTLE BIT ALMOST close one of my cats’ tails in the washer door yesterday. He yelped and I felt like the devil.

Fuck this broad.

The bulk of his statement is so right-on, in my view that I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt on the “contractual obligation” business. Maybe a misunderstanding, or he’s not explaining something right? I dunno.

Oh my bad. I misread your original post. You are of course correct and I will let myself out. PS GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE!!

You’re thinking of a hotel and a motel ≠ a hotel. 

Dude, the fact that there is not a designated staffer with the sole task of faking a heart attack every time the President starts his remarks with “I’m not going to read the prepared speech” is just a failure of leadership at this point.

Yeah, I’m down. The whole story was garbage.

If I wake up to noises that make me think there is an intruder in my house, my first instinct is going to be to check my partner. I would tap him on his shoulder and/or whisper “I think somebody is in here.” Basically, I’m getting a handle on where my partner is in this…

Not to mention the fact that this guy was messing with teenagers and allegedly had child porn his possession. RIGHT?

That is to say this is way beyond a case of “living on the DL.”

Sorry and I’m sure you’re the best grammar asshole there ever was: But it basically just means to murder a prominent person.

Did Dunne ever come out? Does anybody, anywhere ever talk about him being gay? Or was he really and truly just one of those family men who super duper seems gay but isn’t? Talk to me.

3 months plus.

Thank you for recalling and acknowledging the other murders.

Cunanan and I lived parallel lives for a moment: We were both hustlers (in different ways yada yada) in San Francisco at the same time. Best (or worst) I ever did was be given a very expensive watch by a prominent anesthesiologist. Then I settled down and…

You get a pass, my baby doll.

I think of those who do not know. And I weep.

For those not old enough to remember, believe me when I tell you: This crime spree (including but not limited to the Versace murder), was the CRAZIEST thing at the time! It went on for weeks and weeks and back then, it was like the weirdest, most bizarre thing you could imagine. Everybody I knew was RIVETED!

That’s. Right. Honey.

You ain’t telling no lies.

Say it one more time. I am FORTY-seven and look like a handsome and strapping young buck next to these ones. Points also for “jamoke” which we don’t see nearly enough anymore.