Sunday, September 18, 2005

Like Evel Knievel, Only For Trends

Regard our hero, staring out over the chasm. Below him, some awful swirling fishy maelstrom, a thousand surfers' nightmares come alive. At the bottom lies a bloody demise, at the other side, death by a thousand scenesters. What will our hero do? Sharks be damned, TONITE WE ROCK RIVINGTON STREET.

Yes, indeedy, we are back in NYC, but damned if we can think of anything polite to say through the fug of jetlag. Maybe next week.

3 Comments:

At 11:11 PM, Blogger Miguel said...

you're the one who's the expert on falling off cliffs.

 
At 6:54 AM, Blogger Gringcorp said...

Er, touche, we guess.

Anyway, Teany just called. It wants its busboy back.

 
At 8:03 AM, Blogger Darnell said...

Teany? More like Cake Shop.

Why don't you liveblog us next Friday when we're DJing at Luke & Leroy's? Any girl with a fried chicken bucket on her head gets in half price.

 

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