If you’ve been following the crazy world of confectionaries, you’ll know that the latest global obsession is the “Cronut” – the hybrid love child between a croissant and donut. Staking controversial and debated claims to its conception and creation, the Dominique Ansel Bakery in New York has seen day long line-ups at their SOHO location for the product of sordid pastry love affair. Fuelled by a mix of demands and curiosity, sales have been skyrocketing to the point of cronuts being listed on eBay, Criagslist and even in-line scalping – there was even a listing of trading a daily cronut in exchange for sexual favours… but they’ve since made me take that ad down.
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Little Italy
There’s this saying… “Sex is like cold pizza, even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.” What kind of self-loving forever-alone son of a bitch came up with this garbage? I’m not going to compare cold pizza to getting laid, why? If you’re satisfied lying down next to something cold, ridged, crusty and that was man-handled and felt up by some hairy dude with sauce on his shirt the night before… then you really need to get off the computer and meet new people.
Tis the season where everyone gives the winter coats and snow boots a big middle finger and tell snowboarders and skiers to suck it. Spring has sprung and a soon prevailing winds will blanket the city in the aroma of manure from farmers planting their crops from south of the city. I know it’s gross but you know it’s spring when the first thing you that hits your face in the morning before your coffee buzz is stench of cow poop from 30 kilometres away. And what proceeds spring? Yes, your second grade teacher would be proud, summer.