On my dinner break I ducked into Lincoln Center to use the men's room. From one of the stalls I heard what sounded like a person being ripped in half followed by someone shouting "Whooo! That's what I'm talkin' about!" and a stench that made my eyes bleed. Not even a courtesy flush. It's times like this I truly believe we are seeing the end of civilization.
Thanks for sharing that, my life is now soooo much richer.
Do you carry a copy of George Costanza's book, "Going Public"?
How many pairs of shoes could you see under the door?
Just don't tap your feet while you are in there.
Did you ask him if he could spare a square?
You're in NY, what else could you expect?
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