The quality is not the greatest on a lot of them, but you can still see the mastery of each and every single goal in this video. I think the bicycle kick score is one of the most exciting goals in all of sports. Too bad a 22 minute long youtube clip now slows my computer down to a fucking crawl. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeXoxNP8_xY]
My friend Nicole sent me this and said "It should be on your blog." After viewing it, I'm not sure what she's trying to say. I think I've been insulted. But then here I am posting it on my blog. Thanks Nicole. Thanks A LOT. Slut. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIePiYEFxPY]
Update: That girl disabled embedding. What a bitch. Just click here to view it.
My friend IM'd me asking if I wanted to see his girl friend's new tattoo. It's...aggressive, to say the least.
Take a look at this NY Times link of hand signals required to buy and sell commodities on the raucous trading floor (take a look at all three pages, which includes signals for months as well as miscellaneous signals--my favorite is the one for oil). Am I the only one that looked at this and could not stop myself from mimicking the hand motions? I felt like a finance Navy Seal. I am a dork. Good night.
All of God's creatures includes a 14-year-old Indian girl who stands 1 ft 11 inches tall.
[Thanks Mun]
So after the Yankees game last week, we met up with our friend Jeff at the Beauty Bar which is walking distance from Union Square, but not exactly Union Square. Little did Jeff know that before he jets off to India in a week or so, he would get a chance to take part in a photo shoot with us. I finally received the scans before they get published in [confidential] Magazine next month. Check them out.
Thanks Jeff for being my number one most vocal fan and proselytizer of my humble blog!
Too fucking busy and vice versa
- Dorthy Parker's reply to her editor's pestering insistence for her work while she was on her honeymoon.
Girl says, "If more girls lived here this [rooftop] would have more plants," then points to the inflated Santa decoration and says "Instead, guys have this."
What's better than being John Mayer or Kanye West? How about the guy who gets to oil supermodel Gisele Bundchen's ass while she's wearing ass-less daisy duke shorts (Whoever thought of that should receive a MacArthur genius grant)? I think that's a pretty sweet gig.
Tom Brady sure won the lottery of life.
We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.
- Doctor Manhattan
It's not safe for work. Quote after the jump.
Why don't you two just lick each other's pussies and just get it over with?
- Steve
Another weekend over. What did you do?
Oh, that sounds interesting. Me? You know, I just kicked it.
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Got an urgent call from Chris last week when I was at work. No, he wasn't calling about a John Mayer concert surprisingly. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Yankees home opener the next day. Readers know I'm a Red Sox fan, but in the end I'm a sports fan, and there's no way I'm not going to see the home opener before Yankee Stadium gets torn down at the end of this season. Here are some pictures with Chris's camera:
The seats were awesome. Thanks to Ben for hooking this up!
Excited Yankees fans: suits and hoodies.
Superman!
Ben enjoying the Yankees win.
Although Wordpress is currently extremely bug ridden and sluggish at best on both Firefox and Camino, it appears that I'm back thanks to Apple's native web browser, Safari.
I wish Chanel would make men's clothing.
- Jeff
So few days ago Wordpress decided to rearrange their furniture and do a drastic upgrade of the "dashboard." Unfortunately it is still very buggy which makes it very difficult and frustrating for me blog here. FYI.
Hilarious.
Checking my blog this morning, I TOTALLY forgot that I posted the previous entry when I stumbled home with my roommate Chris, who I think was rambling about how awesome John Mayer is on the way home, last night. Haha. Recap of the first stop of the night...will be up on my favorite social blog Guest of a Guest in a bit. Nnamdi texting with some gal having a party uptown shows me a text from her that says "We have a table. You guys should come." We hopped in a gypsy car to meet her at the W in...don't judge me...Times Square. Don't judge. Along the way there, our car got pulled over by the wonderful officers of the NYPD.
As he pulls over, the driver turns to us and says "I don't have my registration. Can you guys just say we're all friends."
We mumble a non-reply and check our cell phones. Cops walk over and the driver hands over his license and registration. The other cop taps my window. I roll down the window and he asks us if we noticed how the driver was driving. I'm no snitch, especially with something as asinine as this and replied "Nah man, we were just talking about the guy's music."
Nnamdi mutters "These guys are delaying my partying..." Further delays arose as the cabbie had given the cops an expired license.
After all this law and order business was resolved our driver drives away and decides to take out his anger on us by BLASTING Ricky Martin. We ask him to turn it down. What does he do? He turns UP the speakers behind us. And we got to the hotel with Ricky Martin blasting. Not cool.
At the W, we proceed to try to find the party. Head downstairs. Nope. Head to upstairs lounge. Nope. Street level bar. Nope. Finally, we walked up the stairs to the restaurant on the second floor. When I hear someone "has a table," I assume a table with bottles at a bar or club. Apparently it can also mean a nice, classy dinner taking place at a table in a restaurant. Yea, we crashed a dinner. Awesome. Thankfully, the girl--the definition of a "hot mess"--started just pouring us wine to compliment our respective drinks (vodka with splash of soda for me). Funny things were uttered. Sometimes it's a lot of fun to hang out with people you've NEVER MET or will NEVER SEE AGAIN.
On the way out, someone decided they were hungry and grabbed a bread from the bread basket at a nearby table...that a nice and decent couple were dining at. WHAT AN ASSHOLE. Someone else then explained and apologized on his behalf to the shocked couple:
I'm sorry....that's just how we "roll."
What a random and absurd night.