nycman

You argument "sort of" works if you’re substituting vaping for smoking. Unfortunately in most cases, we’re getting just adding vaping to the pile of harmful addictions.

Her voice sucks. Whenever you have to spend that much on a "light show"….you just know they have zero talent.

Recent experiences: Amsterdam: The Rijksmuseum. Not really hard to get, but you should get them a week before. The Van Gogh Museum. Super hard to get. Plan on getting them at least a month in advance. The Hague: The Mauritshuis Museum. Same at the Rijks. Not super hard but plan a week ahead to be safe. And god knows there’s nothing else to do in The Hague, so make sure you’ve got tickets. London: The National Gallery. Walked in. No problem.

She’s the Princess Royal darling…..you honest think she knew or cared about who was sitting behind her? Especially a common LA showgirl like Harry? "Not bloody likely".

Over my dead body. It will be a cold day in hell when that c-nt sits on the throne. (and just to be clear I’m talking about Harry’s c-nt, not HRH Princess Anne’s)

It’s been like that from the beginning. 99% dirt…..1% gold. Unfortunately we all know, that’s good enough odds for a desperately horny man.

No doubt. On my first trip to Montreal the AA ticket agent at LGA kept barking at me about ArriveCAN. Which of course is impossible to understand if they’re yelling at you and you have no idea what the fuck "ArriveCAN" is. I was unceremoniously booted out of the "first class" line and told to come back when I had "figured it out". I was honestly standing off to the side and bewildered about what just happened and what the fuck I was supposed to do. Then my hunky traveling companion arrives, and the same male agent not only helps him install the app, he then proceeds to entered all of his information for him. I kid you not. While I stood there like a chastised child obliviously waiting for the short bus. Thankfully my hunk thought it was funny and did everything for me while the ticket agent looked on and jealously glared at me. When I went back up to the counter, I whispered to the furiously confused agent, "let’s just say, I have a big dick and lots of money".

Flown all over the world. Only two times have I had any problems.....yep....both Canada. Once arriving in Montreal and once in Calgary. I am wildly polite when detained, for any reason, anywhere in the world. Nonetheless, both times they seemed to get off on being dicks to an American. Both times it was a lot of huffing, puffing, and posturing that went on for hours ....over nothing. C'est la vie. As a result of the bizarre treatment, I no longer make an annual ski trip to the Canadian Rockies and I only visit Montreal under duress. I doubt they care.

They won’t. They’ll go bankrupt, blame "the man", and then go looking for (and most likely get) a government handout. All the while getting praise for their "brave", and "important" work….that no one wants to see.

So true. I was recently in a NYC branch of Capital One. There was a woman, who’s only job seemed to be to scream at you to "stay in line 6 feet apart" and remind you every 2 minutes that "most of your banking needs can be accomplished online @ capitalone.com". I’m not sure how the hell I’m supposed to withdrawal $6,000 in hooker cash online…..but I sure as fuck wanted to ask her! It’s inhumane…but it’s what we’ve asked for.

I’d be happy if the women stopped doing it, even if the men never start. They just looks like crap. And of course 99% of the people wearing the skin tight style are exactly the people who shouldn’t. To each his own, but it seems like a form of visual terrorism to me.

Several of those photos look "enhanced" to me. I would proceed with caution.

Just got home from the Vermeer show. It was quite impressive. It really did live up to the insane hype. Getting a chance to see them one right after the other made even the old "familiar" NYC Vermeers seem fresh and new. Lots of subtleties I had never fully appreciated before and several works I had never been able to see in person in the past. Of course, now I’m on a mission to see all 37 known Vermeers. I’m only 3 shy. The one stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum seems like a lost cause, but that leaves two more. One visit to Buckingham palace (my last two attempts were foiled by the Queens death and then the upcoming coronation) and a quick trip to some small German town, and I should be done. Wish me luck!

I just realized…… One time after one of my favorites left, I found a small insulin syringe on the floor that had evidently fallen out of his jacket. I assumed he was slamming (meth, heroin, cocaine….who the fuck knows) without telling me. Anyways, I never saw him again after that. He may have just been injecting Trimix. I’ll never know. Never assume.

Terrible script. Worse acting. I’m struggling at the 30 min. mark…does it get any better? Addendum….for the record the gun scene occurs…at least twice.

I had a massage therapist that was so beautiful and sexy that I had a hard time holding still and relaxing during the massage. On my third visit he said "I know how to fix this". We fucked like rabbits and then he gave me an amazing massage. Now there’s a man who knows men.

How could I resist?

Anyone not afraid to stand on stage and belt next to Freddie Mercury, is a Queen in my book.