The Ladies Who Lunch

I just love a dude who's comfortable enough with his masculinity to sit with his legs crossed. Whenever I do that, I look like Posh Beckham sitting front row at a Paris fashion show. Although sometimes my legs can't help it and they must be crossed. Maybe it's my nutsack telling my body they want a little hug. A nutsack hug.

Here's Jared Leto lunching with a hot bitch at Joan's on Third yesterday. I love those little Easter bunnies in the window. I fucking love Easter, because it's the gayest holiday ever.