Lesley's new apartment is so awesome. The walls are all bumpy and everything else is shiny dark wood and there's like a million built in shelves and drawers. It looks like somewhere an elf might live. A fuckin' rad elf. It's so un-New Yorky, I can't believe it's right on St. Marks Place, home of Emily Strange lunchboxes and "fuck you you fucking fuck" t-shirts.

I know there's a hilarious caption in here somewhere but I am too pooped right now to think of it. Hey: caption contest! Email me your caption suggestions and I will post the results on here.

Friends don't let friends have zits on their back.

The whole building is decorated like a fairytale. Here's Lez knocking on the lobby's secret door to a magical dimension called WTF?

Shh! Genius at work!

Right next door is a weird little subterranean karaoke bar called Japas. We met up with Bill there and he showed us the bubblegum that got stuck to his pants. "That ain't comin' out in the warsh!" he bemoaned.

Speaking of the warsh, now that I upgraded my site I have so much free space that I am proud to introduce Amy's Interweb of Radness's first moving picture clip! Click HERE for a lil' video of Jesse lipsyncing to Lesley's karaoke rendition of "It's Raining Men." Dudes, if you don't know Jesse, trust me, this is hee-larious material.

Can't remember what song Carrie and Po were singing here. Probably the Indigo Girls- HA HA HA! Lesbian joke! Ugh. Cripes, I'm so out of it today. I gotta redo this page later and put funnier captions on shit.

On my bike ride home after karaoke I stopped in at the Fish where Ben grabbed my nips and tuned in tokyo so hard that I... well, that I kinda liked it! Then he made out with Keith! Hey, hands off my man, bitch!! *Hiss!*

Japas on St. Marks gets an A+ for their 'roke selection. They even had "Cherry Bomb!" Recommended despite the steep 2-drink minimum.