Pee-yew!

You know you're really scraping the bottom of the Gamut pan when you come across a post like this.

But I just had to report on a not-so-new phenomenon in my nabe: the presence of urine-filled bottles left by the curb. They are nasty little Molotov wanna-be's created by (my guess) men sitting in their cars or trucks for so long in the terrible day-time traffic that they have no other choice but to pee in a bottle and leave it behind. I wish they'd pour it into the curb instead of sealing it up and chucking it. However, for some sparky young entrepreneur there's ample opportunity to develop a new product for a crowded world: the Traffic Diaper. (Fully biodegradable, of course.)

That ain't water, honey.

This is What Will Happen

This is what will happen if you marry me. I will take a standard Dia de Los Muertos figurine and I will make it our own. I will add a tennis racket and a cute little Scottie dog and I will glue a pink flower sticking out of your culo. I will do this because I want to, because it amuses me. Whoops! Too late. If you are reading this, then it is already like we are married. We are that close, now.

Brooklyn Hospitality

Just make yourself at home. Don't be shy...go ahead, slam the door. We don't mind. We want you to. We are not faint-hearted people, us Brooklynites.

Ooh oOH eEEee EEee!

Don't worry my darlings, I know you miss me. I just want you to know I am hard at work coming up with the next Gamoo.... Stay tuned, sweetcheeks.