City Life, Part Twelve: Bird Action
Everyone’s a critic. And every male bird is waiting to be discovered by just the right female who appreciates his song.
Everyone’s a critic. And every male bird is waiting to be discovered by just the right female who appreciates his song.
Many women find my appearance intimidating. They assume I’m a womanizer. Then there are the ones who are disappointed to find out that I’m not.
True story. Feeling horrible about myself. Pulled into parking lot with a client’s car. Writing on the dumpster: FORGIVE YOURSELF.
HEY MOMS, if your adult sons are trying to get laid on Saturday nights, that’s a good thing. You should be doing the same thing.
Blessed are the rejected. For there’s is . . . something better. God has blessings awaiting you that are beyond your imagination.
How fast is fat? How slow is wonder? How many suicidal moments pass before I can get up the stairs of the L platform?
I once asked a CTA worker (a black man) why so many homeless people troll the trains. He said a lot of them choose to be homeless. Really?
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Words you would have been better off not hearing, from the world’s greatest luffer. THE Latin Luffer. Take notes from the master.
I witnessed hundreds of women, young and old — mostly white suburban types — from near and far, beatified by the holy Oprah shrine.
If the Bible can be used to justify any ole pleasure of the flesh (including killing), then why bother? Just do what you wanna do!
Ladies, if a man doesn’t appreciate you, he may not be smart enough. Are you smart enough to appreciate that?