Take that, AdL
 

And room for two au pairs.

the other white meat
 

Fringey,

Even though its Friday, I give you the Tao of Bacon:

http://taobacon.blogspot.com/

aV

I think the question was, how do I get there?

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

My Saab 9-5 will do it.

Words can make you pay and pay
Four-letter words I cannot say
Panty, toilet, dirty devil
Words are trouble, words are subtle
Words of anger, words of hate
Words over here, words out there
In the air and everywhere
Words of wisdom, words of strife
Words that write the book I like
Words won't find no right solution
To the planet earth's pollution
Say the right word, make a million
Words are like a certain person
Who can't say what they mean
Don't mean what they say
With a rap rap here and a rap rap there
Here a rap, there a rap
Everywhere a rap rap

Who knew that Tom Tom Club was a board-killer?

Everyone's a Winner at Nixon Peabody
 

It's RT. You can't argue with RT for too long. It just doesn't make sense.

But, if you haven't already, you can enjoy Nixon Peabody's Non-Theme Song: http://www.abovethelaw.com/2007/08/n...not_have_a.php

TM

I'll Take Pilates with RT's Mother for $100, Alex
 

I'm guessing you must be pretty hot. And not in a "she's hot for a lawyer" manner or "she's a thinking man's [ ]" kind of way. FB'ers feel free to pm me with a 1-10 rating. Being not high (at all) on the 1-10 hotness scale, I feel qualified to help figure out whether Abba "should be allowed to work out in the vicinity" of hotties (assuming they are also "workout snobs".) We don't even have to meet for drinks at Grand Central.

When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.

Everyone's a Winner at Nixon Peabody
 

I waste lots of my workday on the internet, but then I see stuff like this page, and I realize I really should be spending more time on the internet.

Everyone's a Winner at Nixon Peabody
 

If you were more of a go-getter, you would have written a parody for us. I'm a little concerned about your enthusiasm for the work lately, Thurgreed. Is everything alright at home?

Tattoo Question
 

Another ageless truth is that the day when you were too busy to shave or you ran out of razors or you are overdue for a wax and you're wearing ugly old underwear is the day when you go out not expecting to meet anyone and all of a sudden the men can't get enough of you and you end up having sex for the first time with someone.

Not that this has ever, ever happened to me.

This is a corollary of the rule that no one ever checks you out when you are wearing really hot clothes and you've spent a lot of time getting your makeup just right, but when you haven't showered and you've got no makeup on and are wearing an old skanky t-shirt and workout pants just to run to the store, the men find you irresistible.

I'll Take Pilates with RT's Mother for $100, Alex
 

She is a BABE. Though I didn't meet her in Grand Central, I think the lighting was good enough to make a fair assessment.

Tattoo Question
 

That's simple -- its all about preceived attainability.

S_A_M

Tattoo Question
 

I dated a Ford model once. We went on one date. I think her friend who was dating my friend planned it as some sort of group sex plan but when my friend wanted to leave early (asshole) nothing happened. Future attempts to date resulted in nil.

Of course, the next time I saw her I was running in a beard and gray sweat pants covered with an awful argyle sweater.

Tattoo Question
 

Believe you me (I actually have never understood this phrase, but whatever), I rely on this ageless truth and its corollary like I rely on the laws of gravity. Without it, I'd never get laid.