Tuesday, July 23, 2013
It's a damn shame, but they don't have Bar Mitzvahs at the Playboy Club on 59th Street anymore. That's my old friend Bruce Klein in the photo. Is that a Kosher salami in his pocket or is he happy to be finally finished with stupid Hebrew School?
I left that affair with a blue velvet yarmulke with gold trim, a bunny tail and the phone number of Miss Theresa Grisanti, formally of Carnarsie.
Monday, July 22, 2013
The other day I got lost traveling from Kourtney Kardashian's right nipple to her left nipple. Don't laugh. When traveling by tongue, there are a whole lot of confusing intersections and turns. Thank Google for Google Maps!
Here's a helpful closeup. I think I got lost when I hung a left at that large pulsating vein instead of continuing straight onto the smaller arterial connection.
And because I know you will ask, here's a really big version you can use for "medicinal purposes."