All they see is Ass

I'd like to formally announce the return of "Two Sweet Dudes" to the Sidewalk Cafe in NYC. June 13th will be a night to remember, and not because dirty old washed up Radiohead will be in town. Whoops, uh maybe Radiohead is in town the next night, but for sure they'll be dropping by the Sidewalk on the 13th, if it works out, like say they're brought in at gunpoint.

It's been overwhelmingly hot here and the thick and oppressive heat always gives me pause (not the mascot of the first place Detroit Tigers, that'd be "Paws"). I have begun to consider new regions of my body and how best to unstick them.

My reading of the New York Post on a daily basis has provided many revelations. Although there is much to be said related to how crappy & wonderful of a bird cage liner it is, I want to pass along an important piece of information I've collected. If you find yourself at a gathering, be it social or business, and Lloyd Banks of G-Unit is there, excuse yourself and once out of site, run. Whether it be coincidence or whatever, if Lloyd's in the house, flying bullets are sure to follow. I'm not sure how many of you this might pertain to but I don't want it on my hands if you feel like the vibe at the BBQ is just too great, and you refuse to leave despite G-Unit presence.

Brah.