On the way to Prospect Park this afternoon, just before the rain, I noticed this in the Bergen St. F station:It's a very catholic (small c) conception of Brazil's wonders: the thong, Anderson Silva (a martial artist, according to Wikipedia), and Lula's neoliberal capitulation.
This chipmonk has been reading the National Inquirer for years, so knew about John Edwards' affair since last October. So he's admitting to boinking her, but not to loving her? A real southern gentleman.
And this Brooklyn crustacean? Don't mess with him. Or her. How do you sex these things?