He sold his company awhile back for several hundred million dollars. Money isn't going to be one of his many problems.

No puppet! I'M the puppet!

The Hubby and I went to City Clerk's office here in Manhattan on a weekday morning with two of our dearest friends, took some pictures in City Hall Park, then the four of us had an amazing lunch at a nearby Indian restaurant. We told no one about it beforehand, other than our witnesses.

Yesterday was freaking spectacular in New York. The kind of flawless summer day we only get 3 or 4 times in a typical year. Central Park was a mob scene (in a mostly nice way).

They're very useful for making stock.

Beef short ribs are $10 a pound here in NYC…at Costco, no less.

We'd keep fucking that chicken…if only we could. [single tear rolls down cheek]

Me neither. In fact I'm quailing with fear.

Wasn't Buffalo getting buzz a couple of years ago for an influx of artsy hipsters fleeing NYC rents? I take it that…didn't quite pan out?

Gonna be some weak-ass poultry puns in this thread — everybody duck!

a civilian POW survival course

Everyone in the audience proceeds to take selfies, causing our civilization to finally implode, horrifically but deservedly.

That's the one. It's a hell of a project but worth it.

Fun fact: her last name is an answer in the NY Times crossword at least once a week. She has only the best letters.

Hey, mambo! Mamma mia! That's amore!

And less articulate.

Sir, Don Henley's on line 3. Something about royalties.

President Leather Tuscadero? Hey, it can only be an improvement at this point.

Beautiful story (the first paragraph, I mean).

Shaddup-a you face!