photo 1: I'm getting tired of riding the bus. I miss my bike. But it was an antique and needed a doctor. An inebriated man on the metro asked me two nights ago if I was Marsha Brady. I said yes. Beats being called "white cracker" every other day in Baltimore.
photo 2 and 3: Ben parking his sweet ride in front of the White House.
Supposing Ben, Tim Gunn, and I were at a party and I was introducing the two, it would go
something like this: "Tim Gunn meet Tim Gunn".
Ben's shoes are mink, by the way.
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