Today New York City Smells Like:

A dictator’s twisted sexual past.

 

How could

No, I have no idea why I have chlorine and dog semen in my lungs.

You're looking lonely, Mr. Butterscotch. Why don't you join me in the pool, Mr. Butterscotch?

You’re looking lovely, Mr. Butterscotch. Why don’t you join me in the pool?