I'm trying tofind love, though.
Yeah, I'm trying to find...
I went on Craigslistto search for love.
Get some furnitureand some love on there.
I don't know who Craig is,but, uh,
you know how people nevermatch their profile picture?
I went out with this girl.
She turned out to bea real butter dick.
I live in Brooklyn now.
My neighborhood,there's this guy
who's been mugging peoplein my neighborhood.
And they have signs upfor the guy,
and they have a descriptionfor him.
It says he hassandy blonde hair.
Which I thinkthat's an adorable way
to describe your assailant.
How did that go down?
There's some guy's, like,
"Officer, Officer, that guy--he stole my briefcase!"
"What did he look like?"
"Ah, he had sandy blonde hair,
"eyes you can lose yourself in,
"lips that are made for kissing.
You gotta get this guy,you know."
"Any more details?"
"I don't know, washboard abs,
"an ass that wouldn't quit,
"a real tall drink of water!
I need my briefcase!"
There's guys in my neighborhoodthat, uh... All they...
They hang out in frontof this bodega,
and all they ever do is, uh,tuck in their shirts
and ask wherethe other guys are.
Do you know people like that?
All day long--"Hey, you guys seen Tony?
Tony been around?"
"No." "All right."
"Hey, where's Jim at?Jim been back?"
"No." "All right, all right."
"Hey, is Rick inside?""No." "All right, all right.
Here we go. Oh, my God,here we go, yeah, yeah, yeah."
"Hey, Rick, how you doing?"
"Hey, is Stu working tonight?"
"Stu's not working today."
"Tell Ken I stop by."
"All right, I will."