It’s not often I walk down 42nd Street, or through Times Square. A few times a year, usually. Today was one of those of those days.
It was horrifying. Even more horrifying than last time.
Now, there’s a whole store devoted to poptarts.
Don’t get me wrong, I <3 poptarts. But if I had the choice between a poptarts store and porn, I’d go with the porn.