Andrew Breitbart alerted me to this blog. It’s the best new blog I’ve read in ages. Hilarious. He has an important addition to the vital news of the day re: Star Jones, and the merits of flashing in subway cars:
I once caught a guy masturbating openly in my driveway back in college. I went up on the roof and then carefully dumped a bucket of water on him. He was really angry because, as he told me later over coffee, he was "almost there."
Pertaining to flashing: I always felt there was an easier, more benign way of getting your jollies than exposing yourself to strangers on a train. For example: flash to your pets. Sometimes I’ll get really drunk and expose myself to my girdle-tailed lizard. She doesn’t seem to mind or care. Or, If I am feeling especially daring I will "accidentally" let my robe fall open while I am watching the View on television. For some reason, just knowing that Star Jones might know that I am watching her with my robe open is all I need to satisfy myself.
Go ahead. Make her day. Although flashing the TV appearances of Barbara Walters would provide more enduring satisfaction, methinks. But it’s highly subjective, I’ll concede.
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