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“I mean, she was seriously trying to give me ISRAELI chocolates.”
“I think I’m going to go home and watch Rachel Madow. And jerk off. Well, not to her.”
It was very Chelsea. They were two of the same puzzle pieces. They didn’t quite fit together.
First of all, no one in Manhattan has a sewing machine. I can barely muster a Kitchen-Aid stand-up mixer.
I was once bent over a pool table. I was the corner pocket.
Living in Chelsea is tough. It is werq with a capital Q
He’s wearing a knit, with leather, and a little bit of pony. A fashion DON’T.
Guy 1: Is the protest still going on?
Guy 2: New Yorkers can only stay at the protest until 730 because they have reservations at a very expensive restaurant at 8.”
This is why poor people have a lot of babies. Because having sex is free.
I was tripping on acid and that’s how we met.
Is it getting dark, or am I having a stroke? #dst #fallback
