Fuck Michael Douglas. Fuck Michael Douglas in his stupid Russian-Jewish, Scottish, Irish ass. That arrogant celebrity motherfucker screwed me out of flying from LAX to Newark First Class. I was first on…
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East Coast Nights: Day 10
I forgot to post one other video yesterday. Here’s drunk Katie smacking herself in the face with a full glass of whiskey and Coke. A few minutes later, I smacked myself in…
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East Coast Nights: Day 9
I’m sitting in Podcast Jack’s basement. He’s more drunk than Ken or I have ever seen in our entire lives. No, wait, Ken just remembered that Jack puked two years ago at…
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East Coast Nights: Day 8
Armm n’ Hammer, together forever (taken today at a local cemetery) How come it seems like every time I sit down to watch a movie lately, the plot revolves around some kind…
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East Coast Nights: Day 7
Ah, Allentown. The place where I attended college. Billy Joel once wrote a horrible song about it. There’s a wonderful record store there, called Double Decker. The most beautifully built Wegmans supermarket…
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East Coast Nights: Day 5
It’s already been five days? Oh, how the time flies when one is having an amazing time. Too bad it’s so fucking hard to get a job in the city…I’d move back…
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East Coast Nights: Day 4
And still, no one has commented on the fact that I’m calling this series of posts “East Coast Nights,” and in reality I’m just reporting on daytime happenings. Oh well, I guess…
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East Coast Nights: Day 3
Today was the first day of the WFMU Record Fair. I awoke at 9:00am this morning and grabbed my belongings from my father’s house, raced (down the street) to my mother’s house,…
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East Coast Nights: Day 2
Today was the kind of day I have grown to dread whenever I am visiting my hometown. Ever since my college days, the “Let’s get you some warm clothes to wear while…
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East Coast Nights: Day 1
The title of this series of updates is taken from the hit television program Baywatch Nights. It had all the best aspects of Baywatch, what with the big-titted ladies and sculpted dudes,…