The Leopard

T-bone steak, cheese, eggs, Welch's grape, roasted new potatoes, a bottle of 2004 Cantina del Pino barbaresco, a Rocky Patel Vintage 1990 box-pressed toro, and a glass of Cerbois XO armagnac...ahh, after a long week, this has been a good night.

Fuck working on Saturdays.

St00n

(Postscript: fucking LeBron. Miami...really? The stupidest, most cowardly fucking cop out I can think of. Becoming a legend with the Knicks, making a statement by sticking it out with the Cavs, and instead he wants to be on an all-star kickball team like the Heat? Their fans suck so much. I don't get it - he thinks he's Jordan, but he's really Karl Malone. Geh - the world is full of drugged up pussies. I am looking forward to Miami getting booed for 48 minutes straight at every away game.)