N.B.: This is today’s second post.
If you live in or around New York and want to know what I look like with a) no clothes on and b) tumescent genitalia, feel free to come to this party in the east village (#1 Chinese Restaurant, 4th Street and Avenue B). Feel free to bring cash to shove into my socks.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to continue doing this. The tawdriness and depravity aren’t a problem at all, of course; it’s just that I long ago lost the ability to stay up so late past my bedtime without paying for it.
I’d like to know what you look like without clothes and tumescent genitalia, but I’m on the other side of the world. Any chance that you’ll e-mail me pictures? Please? 🙂
I’ll second that!
In the event you discontinue this activity before we can make it up to NYC, I’d like to request a personal show. I’ll pay. Not what you’re worth, of course, but I’ll pay.
you should wrote like a gay vagina monologues. like, the joel’s penis monologues and like do lots of camp songs. with nakedness.
Damn, I’m heading down to Baltimore to get laid that day.
Don’t ask.