January 19, 2003
You know, you gotta hand it to Paul "Casanova" Frankenstein. And why is that? Well, after making it home way uptown after a night of drunken revelry and carousing, he still finds the energy for a quick 3:30 a.m. post relaying an amusing anecdote. Then, less than seven freaking hours later, he's not only alive, but awake and posting again, like some kind of...super...posting-type...guy.
But yes, it was a delightful night of delight in honor of the lovely Miss G.I. Jane. I gave her jars of crunchy peanut butter and Fluff from the Peanut Butter & Co. restaurant in Greenwich Village, and we learned that not only do many people make unfortunate fashion choices, but that occasionally those same UFC-suffering women will walk in such a manner that will make them resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
But yes, it was a delightful night of delight in honor of the lovely Miss G.I. Jane. I gave her jars of crunchy peanut butter and Fluff from the Peanut Butter & Co. restaurant in Greenwich Village, and we learned that not only do many people make unfortunate fashion choices, but that occasionally those same UFC-suffering women will walk in such a manner that will make them resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
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