Um, I don't think so. Thanks for playing 'defend the citizenry of Boston' though. You gave it a decent half-hearted attempt, so here's a cookie.

All the wrong signals. Do not- I REPEAT - do not make eye contact.

Don'tcha mean Flint?

Phish at Dicks. Phish love Dicks.

Hot take from the Cards hater, folks!

It's the people that inhabit the city that suck sweaty donkey dick.

Speedbumps are a shit Band-Aid fix to poor design.

Nah, pro's pro is different than a plain old pro, bro.

Hey, money is money. There is no judgment when it comes to cold, hard money.

Unless she whispers "I have better suction than a Hoover" in your ear.

That usually involves pop shoving something up his rectum. I did not read that here.

Guys usually don't see it that way if they are reasonably attractive.

Silver man is a pro’s pro. This ain’t amateur hour, sonny.

Obviously you’re not a golfer.

Depressing, ain't it?

Dancer at the queer theater?

Sheeeeeeeeeeeit. Any uniform job worker requires sexy time with said uniform unless they are a garbage collector or some other dirty job.

Do you mean crush puss or literal Hulk smashing? Just curious.

Mmmm... Letters to Popular Mechanics. Puts Penthouse letters to shame.

Silver Man did not go to the dark place on this occasion.