In summary, I helped evacuate one of the largest museums in the world because Frank Gehry is building an underground annex while someone was showing my boyfriend their jolly roger studded thong. Yeah, I know. Right?
Obviously, the first question begging to be asked is: Why in the Warhol is Gehry designing an underground building?!
For this I have no answer. As I shuffled around in the 4 square foot area I call work, my paw clutching my precious [Frank Gehry Morph pendant], I pondered this very question to no avail. If you figure it out, please enlighten me.
Turns out the evacuation was a mistake. A detonation for the aforementioned annex tripped an alarm, causing security to have a mild panic, resulting in a knee-jerk reflex to get everyone the hell out. It was completely unnecessary, but a welcome break in an otherwise quiet afternoon.
The thong happening isn't my story. Nor was it my thong. Suffice it to say, my boyfriend is such a portentous persona that everyone wants to show him their goods.
In pedestrian findings, and I mean in the ambulatory sort - not jejune blahness, take a moment to enjoy these fine points from around the city.
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| flower show at Macy's - thanks Dr. Ivey! |
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| proof I was radiant way before that was big in Japan |
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| if it weren't for the Big Book of Sex Toys, little Oliver wouldn't be around for Mommy and Daddy to read to |
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| finally - a sign in Chinatown that's I can read |
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