Erica | Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 8:52AM 
Another simple question...just cause we're nosy like that: Are you a badass BALLER or baby-makin BREEDER?
That's it.
Again, answer in the comments (and feel free to go stealth anon if you want some prive).
Who Gives A Shit Benjamin | Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 6:53AM 
Back in the 1980's, my mom used to give Upper West Side delivery guys a dollar and they would shit themselves with happiness.
I learned the hard way about delivery guy inflation when I came home from college in 1993: I gave a guy from Empire Szechwan a dollar and had him curse me in Cantonese.
ongoing beefs Erica | Wednesday, February 4, 2009 at 3:33PM .jpg)
F-I-N-A-L-L-Y.
Park Slope Farm, the new bodega (ish) on 7th between Union and President, is open for business. BOO YA!
Anyone who lives on our side of the N. Slope hood knows that we were in dire straits for a place like this, espesh with the ongoing suckitude of Ace Supermarket.
retail Erica | Wednesday, February 4, 2009 at 9:23AM 
+ Who's comin to the BK 2.0 meetup tonight @7pm? (NOTE: location was changed. It's now goin down at Freddy's Backroom: 485 Dean Street. (Meetup)
+ Tri-state homes lost $130 billion in 2008 (F-U-C-K) (NYDN)
+ BK celeb parent Maggie Gyllenhaal on breastfeeding, taking the subway and playing in Prospect Park (Babble)
+ Vote for your fave RAMcake (Daily Candy)
+ Next time you are wondering what to do with your chicken balls AND your soda, this solution is genius. (Down By The Hipster)
+ Want to have a sleepover at the Bronx Zoo or Natural History Museum? (NewYorkology)
+ Our coldest January in five whole years! (Gothamist)
BK Stuff "Mark" | Wednesday, February 4, 2009 at 8:43AM 
This is an ongoing series in which we attempt to bring you lots 'o different perspectives on what its like to *actually* live in Park Slope...from readers just like you (or not--that's the whole point).
Yet again, here's our own Jew-cy, randy, "can I get some action up in herrre, plz!," Park Slope hetero: "Mark*" (*names have been changed to protect the soon-to-be-fucked).
I can’t hold my liquor. Well, I can…but this hold dissipates when I’m ten deep and it’s 3 in the morning. I know it’s gone when dreams of chicken-and-something pizza from Joe's sound better and less complicated than going through the motions of getting this girl in front of me home.
sex in the slope 
