Once again, today I was going through a box of books
→[More:] when what should I find but four snapshots of a comely young lady minus her clothes (one was an imitation of
this shot, only sans undies). She seems quite personable. Naturally, me and my male co-workers passed them around like a bottle of cheap wine. Be careful where you leave your homemade porn, folks.
Also, as I walked through the Union Square subway station to my platform, I passed my old friend
this guy. 10 feet away from him was a baldheaded, white betunicked cat hawking bhagavad gitas. Commuters pretty much ignored both of them.