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May 02, 2006
Hunka Hunka Burnin' Lame
Wha? I arise this morning full of good cheer about my exciting new job, and see that the old abandoned factory 1/2 block from Daniel's house in Greenpoint is aflame. As in...big time.
Thankfully, nobody's hurt.
My God.
If you had any idea how often the Benz was parked next to that joint...well...let's just raise our glasses it doesn't need another full-body paint job.
D - I will be mailing you a care package of lozenges and Febreze...you can be assured of that.
Tan - this is NOT what I meant about Roastarama, but I appreciate the effort.
Heather - You look fabulous. I love your outfit.
Greenpoint represent - pierogies and larb gai all around.
Posted by Bree at May 2, 2006 06:59 AM
Comments
"i'm still waiting"
-bob marley, the prophet
Posted by: dabalm at May 2, 2006 09:43 AM
ps: why is it that wherever there is a natural disaster in NYC, you'll find a squad of hassids behind the "Do Not Cross" line? Why doesnt anyone tell them to leave? Are they official? Who are they? What do they want?
Posted by: dabalm at May 2, 2006 02:06 PM
pps: in that photo, neither of the "fire boats" are watering the fire....
friggin yeehaws
Posted by: dabalm at May 2, 2006 02:42 PM
Maybe they were just hosing down the hassids? Those wool suits get WARM come springtime...
Posted by: Bree at May 2, 2006 02:49 PM