Chatter

Shabbos eve, Little Bo Peep and Her Two Slutty Sheep were invaded by a dose of reality--gate-crashing NEDs in camo. Later, 14P was home to some rowdy Chosen People and their yeladim.

Meanwhile, the Delphic ushered some chosen ladies into their own upper sanctum. Must have been refreshing not to be coralled in their den of iniquity.   Our favorite blonde rower puked and rallied her way to a more upscale basement: she may be a heavyweight on the Charles, but we suspect she’s a lightweight after all. Next time we suggest she bolster herself with some carbs, as apparently everyone’s favorite pizza joint was quite the place to be seen and heard. But our award for worst drunk goes to a not-so-cowardly Lion on the pudding prowl, who after unsuccesfully wooing four other gentlemen, found one sucker to take him home for the night.