New York

Some highlights of my 2.5 day trip.

Tony's sleeping arrangement:


JJ, the most mystical person I know, took us to a night club named Cock.
A penis looked at Tony straight in the eyes.

(read 2 blogs down for words that describe JJ. Incase you are too lazy to do that, I have posted a video that describes him pretty well. Sorry JJ.)



I'm the one skidadling around. Elena is the corpse. The wall art is from Prague.

Me and my petite family and Tony ate some Pinkberry.

Sarah claims it's made out of humans.
I say: It's human-licious.
I strike again with my clever humor.

Tony and I headed over to a china street to find "THE" dumpling house.
Before I show you the bah-gain (Rhymes with noggin) me and Tony ate I would like to ask you to take some time to read the most beautiful piece of writing on dumplings I have ever read.


Here is what we ate there for 7 whole dollars:
Beef pancake:

Two plates of steamed pork heaven:

Dumpling juice:


On that china street me and Tony learned some lessons.

People eat critters/monsters. Examples below.



How to achieve the worst possible breath ever invented VIA fried potatoes:


And Finally, the most important of all China Street lessons: