How NASTY Got His Groove Back Early Friday morn...

How NASTY Got His Groove Back


Early Friday morning I lost my Groove.


I was dancing on a table at Crobar, drinking from a bottle of Veuve when I first noticed that my Groove was missing.


Everything was going well. The DJ was playing "Hey Ya." I was really getting into the call and response bit:


"Hey fellas, what's cooler than

My Memoir It should be mentioned early on that ...

My Memoir


It should be mentioned early on that I have memories of my conception, on a warm and floral evening in 1978. My parents lived at that time (and continue to reside) in Chappaqua, New York, a small town in Westchester county. These were the years before Clinton moved to town, before the SUV’s arrived, and before the many housewives of Chappaqua had

The Poetry of My Former Assistant Flora Fanatucci ...

The Poetry of My Former Assistant Flora Fanatucci


Requiem For Lost Love


Ben broke up with J. Lo-

Ask me if I care!

I don't care.


Turkey Burgers


Some people love them.

And eat them.

All the time.


Where is Gary?


Gary is
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P-Diddy, Meet D-Nasty It seems that both hyphen...

P-Diddy, Meet D-Nasty


It seems that both hyphenated personae were planning dinner last night at Bond Street.


Nasty arrived before Diddy, and wrongly assumed that the five pimped out Escalades patrolling the street were security for a very tacky third world dignitary, or perhaps escapees from a bling-bling convention somewhere in New Jersey.

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D-NASTY Obtains An Advance Copy of The Speech That...

D-NASTY Obtains An Advance Copy of The Speech That Howard Dean Will Deliver After Losing The New Hampshire Primary


From: Dean Campaign Committee

Re: CONFIDENTIAL

Subject: New Hampshire Speech


Text:


To be delivered in the same voice as the Iowa speech. Governor Dean will be wearing his of magenta lycra briefs, a turqoise

Brother Hugh Piles of mist would roll off of th...

Brother Hugh


Piles of mist would roll off of the lake and overtake the clouds of the nicotine and tar which came from our lungs and out our mouths in small rings which grew wider and wider until they tore themselves apart in the cold autumn air.


The monks were charged by our school and our God with ridding from our developing characters even the most

Rocco's Girl By D-Nasty In A Houndstooth Jacket...

Rocco's Girl


By D-Nasty In A Houndstooth Jacket


I held Sylvie in my arms and watched her pendulous breasts sway back and forth with the currents of the waterbed, which rolled in the fallout of our passion. Exhausted, we basked in the last joules of the powerful energy spawned deep within our twin libidos and cast outward through our heaving loins so that