Finally, an explanation for the cryptic, snarky e-mails I’ve been getting from random people I know the last couple of days. I discovered that a personal ad of mine that’s been floating around Nerve for a while was inexplicably picked to be a featured ad in this week’s Time Out New York. Guess who forgot all about the little proviso warning that this might happen without warning? I’m no stranger to trolling the Internet personals in hopes of getting lucky, but somehow having this show up in print feels slightly more humiliating. Besides, I can only assume it’s not likely to produce any better results than anything else ever has.
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Holy smokes. First New York Today, then Time Out New York. What’s next? Onward and upward, my friend. (And I won’t be surprised if this ad gets you some results.)
Holy Christ that’s hilarious! Great pict though.
Snarky.
I just saw Cecil B Demented the other night and would have to agree the rooftop “orgy” was weirdly sexy. Of course I was waiting for the satanist to bang Honey and was sorely disappointed when she pulled random satanboi from the crowd. C’est la vie.
it’s a FANTASTIC pic!
Messy hair and crappy t-shirts are the future. IF you find any spares can you chuck em my way?
With my track record, they’ll probably wind up being a whole lot closer to you than to me anyway. If not, you’re welcome to any that pass the thorough inspection and screening process.
Superluckdog? Where’d that come from?
(Japan. Except over there they call him “Annual Gift Man” and he lives on the moon.)
seems to me you have recently had great luck with internet dating !
Oh my lordie! HA HA HA. That’s so excellent. And I’m with Brad, I’m glad you have a Sanrio name, Mister Friendly! Here’s to all your incoming psycho dates, and if you get murderized, I’ll sue Time Out on your behalf.
THAT SHIT HAPPENNED TO ME TOO!!! I’m “Tigermilk21”.. I didn’t get a single response though. I’m half embarassed and half upset. no responses???
I have a question. Why are you drinking a glass of horse semen? Have we perhaps stumbled upon your secret as to why you look so godamn gorgeous all the time?
Where do you buy your comics? On the lower east side, mayhaps?
Wherever I can get my poor, grubby hands on ’em. Why? Have you spotted me lurking around the side streets?
At St. Mark’s, I thought.
I deserve a photo credit, damnit!