Just when New Yorkers (including one Brooklyn Jooette) were getting all smug and shit about Eliot Spitzer nosing out Jim McGreevey for the title of â€œSlimiest Governorâ€ (with the help of a Jersey girl, I might add), a new McGreevey story splatters into the fan. This one allegedly involves Jim McGreevey, yet another young, male aide/travel companion, and Mrs. McGreevey in a series of post-TGIF-dinner threesomes.
OK, New York. The ball is in your court.
I took this photo of the window of one of our local Italian bakeries during a ground pound on Sunday.
I had no idea that St. Patrick loved him some excellent cannoli.
As much as I bitch about New Jersey, this is an example of one of the things I love about the place. “St. Patrick’s cannoli” — very cool.
Technodoofus note: The picture is blurred becauseI was hurrying to take it, as the store was open, and I didn’t want the owner to think I was a terrorist, or just some nut who needed his ass kicked. What I thought was a photo turned out to be a three-second video. My buddy Mike, the computer mavin, helped me turn it into a sort-of-a photo.