I was on the bus the other day and I heard two girls having a most interesting conversation – it went like this:
“Girl, you know it was a good night when you come home with your panties in your purse.”
“I think it’s a better night when you come home without your panties.”
“You left your underwear at the club?”
“I think so.”
“How did that happen?”
“I have no idea…I think I took ‘em off while I was dancing, but later when I went outside to have a smoke, the bouncer had my panties in his front pocket.”
Only in NYC, kids, only in NYC.