August 2005 Archives

I had been told by a friend of mine that you can cut a lobster’s spinal cord before putting it into the pot to boil, thereby eliminating any “suffering” the lobster might experience on its way to becoming dinner. Never mind the fact that the lobster has already “suffered” a great deal if you count the hours spent caught in a trap, the hours spent piled on top of one another in a tank, and the hours spent in a paper bag in the refrigerator slowly asphyxiating into senselessness.

Last week, sweet sweet Randi got a hold of a VFW hall direcly under the R train in brooklyn and put together an 80s prom. Boy did we go all out, from spiking the punch to hoping the Jocks won't come and kick our asses.

All I can say is I love Coney Island.
thats all that needs to be said.