Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because it loves you back.
Chelsea, NYC.
Franz had the distinct feeling that the entire city had become sanctimonious.
Flatiron, NYC.
"Totally reminds me of that time I ordered a soy latte and got whole milk."
a.k.a. When Ridiculous Butts Speak No. 2.
Meatpacking, NYC.
Stop the madness.
Chelsea, NYC.
Throwback Thursday: And thus, the very definition of "ridiculous in the city" is revealed.
Soho, NYC.
At the very moment Trixie was thinking of him, remembering the good things, like how he loved Bell Biv DeVoe and knew how to core a pineapple, Zoltar appeared and reminded her that he was a nail biter who liked white bread and reruns of Matlock.
East Village, NYC.
It's a thin and oh so ridiculous line.
Chelsea, NYC.
Though Ron was desperate for a vacation, he decided against booking passage on the SS Beaver. Something told him boats and beavers don't quite mix.
East Village, NYC.
Some days you just need a high five.
East Village, NYC.
"Please do not touch the Minotaur."
Soho, NYC.
Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because at least once a day everybody says, "Story of my life."
Lower East Side, NYC.
Report: Area heat wave has New Yorkers busting out all over. "I've never seen anything like it," Mayor says, "except that time I partied with Mother Teresa."
West Village, NYC.
No, thanks. I'll stick with typical and pissed off.
Chelsea, NYC.
Donald ordered his gin martinis shaken, not stirred, and had taken to carrying his own vermouth. Not because he knew the difference, but because he was utterly ridiculous.
Chelsea, NYC.