what is w67thstreet (our doggie yepyepper) doing now?

Where is that little bastard, that chihuahua/rottweiler mixed-breed??

Is he reporting an obsessional stalking?

He's in my garage dusting my bespoke cars.

bump.... I'm really getting to you my exoskeletal friend? aren't I?

I do want to thank you... I was thinking of shrimp which led me to think of crustaceans which led me to think of my wonderful memories of the one particular summer in Maryland, crabbing. A glorious summer where my aunt invited me, my girlfriend and 2 other couples from my HS to summer there. It was just a magical summer, youth, an endless summer (1/2 of July and most of August), 3 girls in tiny bikinis flopping around the pool and all of us with no body fat (all 6 of us were lettered athletes, 3 on swim team), Ocean city and the boardwalk an hour/two drive away, Bockbusters down college parkway, and NO real parents (although my aunt was strict, she was cool strict).

Another glorious muggy day with a quick breakfast, then a quick dip, a drive to my aunt's friends house on the water (where we'd crab with chkn wings tied to string), some old bay seasoning, and the hardest decision was whether to watch Sixteen Candles again. Depeche Mode blaring driving to the local ice cream store, and sitting in the hot tub till 8 at nite....

The only only only regret of that summer was not waking up my girlfriend at the time for the 4th time that one magical nite.... I had it in me, but how much teenage sex can one have and she looked so sweet sleeping? I saw her recently at the 20th, I should've gone for the 4th...

Oh yeah, one more thing... hi agentrachel.... does your boss at Halstead condone this on-line voyeurism or are you not going to out yourself this time?

w67th - are you saying piggie is agentrachel?

yees sir waverly, agentrachel has come back to us as shrimpie/wonderbra....

See how offended agentrachel got at a sexual comment I made, and then shrimpie just can't understand my fascination w/ human procreation :)

She's one and the same.. I'm tempted to call her and have her show me some $2-3MM condos-coops.. and keep dropping hints at showings... like I squatted 495 lbs today... I drive a 997 Turbo... my wife is a doctor...

Shrimpie... should I do that? Would that make you disappear? or if given enough time.. will you just lose the login password again?

w67thstreet believes that everyone who dislikes him is in real estate. His ego has no bounds, he can't possibly fathom that someone doesn't like him ... just for who he is.

ps - in case anyone didn't know this new fact about w67thstreet, he was a lettered athlete in high school. What new great facts will we learn about how wonderful and cool he is tomorrow? We all already know about the Porsche, right?
yep yep

down boy, it was just a slang phrase, I wasn't calling for you.

hey listen w67th, I'm getting on a flight for the next 8 hours. I know how battered your ego getz if you don't getz attentionz that you needz, but just keep in mind I'll be thinkingz of youz. yep yep

i knew it...i knew it...i've missed you, agent rachel. (well, not really).

ahhhh... CC, it seems our wonderbra and shrimpie is one and the same.... LMAO. She needs therapy. It hit me when she started using "sweetie." It's either a gay guy (NOTHING WRONG W/ THAT) but I don't know any gay guys that can't take a sexual joke... so our shrimpie is a gal..... and she never got over having her bosses telling her to stop... so she comes back as her old shrimpie self after a "cool" down period..... LMAO

Honestly, I don't care who you call me. So, if making me AgentRachael or making me Jewish (ever heard of Halal?) helps me to bring greater attention to your foul odor and general repugnancy, I'm all for it.

Doggies are so much fun to play with, look at that tail wagging so fast, almost as fast as your Porsche.

(ps, leave those cats alone)

something is wagging, but it ain't my tail.

COME ON! you can do better than that. Your posts are LAME and as limp as your fiancee's 2 inch stub. If I facebook you will you add me as a friend?

FWIW... you started this shrimpie/agentrachel.... I gotz no guilt on my soul for what I am about to do to you....

you were the fool who outed herself....

w67thstreet "I gotz no guilt on my soul for what I am about to do to you.... "

You're amazing. Actually, I'm amazing. I had a theory about you, that you are a dishonest scumbag weakling. And I was right and got you to prove it.

Mister toughguy feels threatened by an anonymous poster on a message board with the absolutely odd name "nopigsorshrimp". How will you explain to your kids and your wife how you were scared or threatened or bothered by the anonymous poster "nopigsorshrimp"? When you talk to your buddies at the gym after a set of heavy squats (squatz?), how are you going to explain that you are psyching yourself up to get ready for the big fight with "nopigsorshrimp" who makes you feel threatened? Won't that kind of negate all the big penis talk? If you get a speeding ticket in your Porsche, will you tell the cop that you were trying to get away from "nopigsorshrimp"?

Not to mention that you are still anonymous here if you had any sense of rationality over your bravado. I guess maybe you aren't TOTALLY anonymous, if any of us are walking down west 67th street and see a cigar smoking extra hairy chihuahua/rottweiler mixed-breed doing squats while looking up ladies skirts (skirtz?), we'll probably know who it is.

This is too good to be true. You've shown your true character now. And all it took was a "kosher" animal.

As for Agent Rachel, I said yesterday that I don't care if you call me her or not, but if you are truly going to "do" something based on your strong "identification", I can't in good conscience be indifferent to the association, so let me just say, since I know you are such a rational and educated man, I'm not her, so think carefully before you act against someone based on the theory that there is only one person, Agent Rachel, who dislikes you. Or that there is a real estate conspiracy against you (aren't you a landlord?)

ps - how did you manage in this thread to offend religions and sexual orientations? Only you:
jewish "..... (NOT STARTING A RELIGIOUS WAR)"
"gay guy (NOTHING WRONG W/ THAT)"

yep yep

nopigsorshrimp, doesn't your wacky religion (doesnt matter which one since they're all cults) teach you to be the better person? turn the other cheek? do great and wonderful kind deeds in this life so you can meet the old man in the sky someday? Is bickering like a 12 year old on a message board how you please the old man in the sky?

"I drive a 997 Turbo"

Please tell me it's at least equipped with PCCB? The normal breaks are inadequate, and the PCCB stopped me in my tracks before nearly hitting this hobo a few weeks crossing my street in Tribeca.

Ugh and it's too rough for me. Time for a Aston Martin DBS.

wonderbra, at least you're making some progress by recognized that you're a hobo. Why you'd prefer to get hit by a car with better "breaks" as you so moronically refer to them is beyond me, though.

"a Aston Martin" indeed.

I think someones jealous. :)

and how exactly do you have all these things? rentboy?

featured listing on west 67th street

http://www.streeteasy.com/nyc/sale/418128-coop-17-west-67th-street-lincoln-square-new-york

You believe religions are cults but you live on one of the worst streets in Manhattan, West34th

I KNOW that religions are cults. Try the scallops wrapped in bacon at the Skylight Diner! Trust me, your old man in the sky won't care.

And just how many ID's are you going to post under?

West34, shrimpie is into the cult of the GOD OF MONEY.... it's the religion where square footage is an opinion and your boss' truth trumps all logic and morality. Scallops wrapped in bacon... making me hungry.

alanhart, wonderbra=shrimpie=colonelklink=weblosomy=angentrachel

wonderbra=shrimpie=colonelklink=weblosomy=angentrachel, ya wanna go about cars? That's an area I am well versed in.
PCCB is only good for track use, otherwise it's a little showy to drive with yellow calipers so you can say I paid $10K extra. I knew a few guys who swapped out their PCCBs for regular rotors after purchase. The real question is do you drive a "stick?" And Aston Martins are sorta "soft" cars IMHO and really about idiots who want to stand out vs. actually looking at the merits of a car. Astons have won jack in racing terms and they keep getting bought out. I hear the mini is making a Aston Martin edition.. is that the Aston ya wanna buy, the mini? so ya can keep it in your sleeping loft ya call a duplex?

Oh, wonderbra=shrimpie=colonelklink=weblosomy=angentrachel, your life must suck to take an 8hr flight for your one and only vacation and spend 2 hours posting on SE as soon as you land. Unplug your apple, take your luggage and leave the baggage claim and make your way to the hotel Rachel. I got shrimp juice all over my hands... I'm gonna need a hand towel....

>>I was thinking of shrimp which led me to think of crustaceans which led me to think of my wonderful memories of the one particular summer in Maryland, crabbing.<<

Poor crabs. I always felt guilty pulling them up by a string while they valiantly clung to the bait, never realizing what cruel fate awaited them...

squid, the reason they don't let go is the reason they are at the bottom of the food chain... if they'd let go, then crabs would only need to dangle a "no-money down, 100% financing" sign at major intersections and they'd have some nice steamed humans with old bay seasoning...... :)

"And Aston Martins are sorta "soft" cars IMHO and really about idiots who want to stand out vs. actually looking at the merits of a car. Astons have won jack in racing terms and they keep getting bought out."

The cobblestone streets of lower Manhattan aren't made for racing, so I couldn't give a shit how many race awards (or lack thereof) Aston Martin has accumulated. I'm talking real-world driving situations, you little cretin. I'm tired of the tiny trunk space (it's so hard for staff to load goods in the car); annoying turbo lag; the tiny ass fuel tank exhaust and the exhaust note which sounds like a sickly transgendered Prius. I like the fabulous sound the Aston makes bouncing off all the buildings in the city which prompts the paupers to get out of my view. The Aston Martin DBS (not the cheap DB9) is more beautiful, luxurious and exclusive.

My theory is that if I see more than one on a weekly basis, then the car belongs amongst the poor.

Ciao.

Groceries? LOL. No, no, hun; goods = luxury goods. Why would you think of groceries? Is that what you do? Then again, once I read that you were haggling down the price of that sub-$2M shitbox on Broadway, no scandal can bring shame upon you.

And did I strike a nerve? If you must know, I was offered the Turbo on 24 month lease and I can't wait until the POS is returned in December. Sweetheart, even my illegal under-aged housekeepers knows that Porsche went out long before you stopped taking advantage of your local food stamp program. I suppose you never got the memo considering an upgrade to a more acceptable vehicle would more than likely force you to down-grade your cheap, west 67th box and force you into an outer-borough.

And you (and your streeteasy posse) seem quite obsessed with brokers? I'm not a broker but if you're that desperate for a job, I'd strongly suggest hopping into that economy Porsche and checking yourself in to Sothebys and asking for a job. I'll be happy to put in a good word for you and maybe then when you get a commission from my next large purchase, you'll come around to thanking me?

I am wealthy, you aren't. I don't work, I just have it. I shop and live fabulously. Get it through your head, mmmkay? When you’re ready to claim defeat, I’ll be sure to have someone leave a freshly washed janitorial outfit resting by the gold cast aluminum door outside of 40 Bond, ok?

Ciao!

lmao

He is a high-class prostitute and has a wealthy boyfriend.

LMAO. I KNOW rich people... time/life is valuable to them. If a car doesn't feel right... they return the lease... especially a 24month one.... I've yet to meet a fabi wealth person drive an entire 24 months on a POS and complain about it on SE. That's the honest truth, and you are a poor POS (who even if he/she money has no clue). here's a hint, 6 feet.

funny in my yacht club... there is the clique that was handed money and the clique who made our own.... our clique will take a self made man worth $1MM, versus a dipshit like you with $100MM... did you spread your azz for that or did you pop out the "right" vaginal canal?

Why would I return the vehicle when I don't make payments on it? It's not a completely useless car - It is actually a very competent car but I am simply bored of it.

And I hate to break it to you, but living in being part of the $1MM net worth social in your crappy yacht club doesn't make you a socialite, it only makes you a top-notch pauper which is all you can ever hope for, really. I'll go with the $100M gold-diggers and heir(esses). We look better and have more fun.

yeap he spread those sweet cheeks for $$

If you take out your Douchebag to English dictionary you will find the following phrases translated for you:

"it's so hard for staff to load goods in the car" means

- I am a world-class douchebag!

and

"My theory is that if I see more than one on a weekly basis, then the car belongs amongst the poor." means

- Even among other d-bags who only like other d-bags, no one likes me. I am so repulsive to humans that I will say things like this to make myself seem important and wealthy, but really I am just pathetic. To prove how lame, I will lash out at everyone who challenges me, which really just reinforces how big of a d-bag I am.

Watch....

I"m not on vacation. Flight is for work.

But I like to keep this about you.

So, now we know about your yacht club. You get better every day, and I'm just happy to bring out how much an arrogant asshole you are. wonderboy just seems to be a character for amusement (and again, if you want to call me wonderboy or AgentRachel I'm indifferent) but you are the real thing.

This is how w67thstreet's evening went:

West: Hi honey, welcome home from work. I microwaved you a Kashi dinner.

Wife: Oh, thanks dear. So today was a rough day at the hospital, I saved two lives today, and then found a new way to handle heart surgery.

West: Wow, I love that you are a doctor. I get to tell everyone on streeteasy and brag about you, but I'm also proud of all the good you do for humanity. But I had a rough day too, honey. I kept getting attacked by someone named nopigsorshrimp. I think she's also known as wonderboy. The good news however is two things. First, she's a real estate agent, so she might not have sold a house today because of my fight with her, hehe, and therefore more people will continue renting and that will help the property I own. Second, I got to tell everyone about the yacht club!!! I hadn't been able to mention that in a couple weeks but I had a good excuse. Unfortunately I think they are getting tired of knowing about the Porsche and nopigsorshrimp keeps bringing it up, that Kosher/Halal SOB! Oh damn that nopigsorshrimp gal, she's not letting up and it can really get frustrating for me. sigh. yep yep. So the kids are in bed, I put a snicker's bar in little w67thstreet's lunch for tomorrow. Want to hear a sex joke or a scat joke to get my mind off of all the stress that nopigsorshrimp is causing me? Or would you just rather see the 48 inch penis (sorry I had to keep telling the people on streeteasy about my big penis, it is just so hard to be modest, I know that's why you married me).

bump...

Oh yeah! w67thstreet ALL THE TIME... thnxs rachel. Don't forget our co-op appt next week. Remember, I'm the minority guy in jeans, my wife is a doc and I've got 2 kids. I'll either wear my Rolex Daytona or IWC Diver watch. Remember the prada shoes and I might mention Hawaii....

Ciao shmrimpie/rachel. Good luck at your "business" meeting.... and don't forget breakfast is served till 10 a.m. at Embassy Suites.

IWC... how 6 seasons ago.

I remember I had a Mercedes CLS55 AMG Ingenieur Edition like 2/3 years ago and it came with a silly IWC watch which I believe I gave away to the poor.

I prefer Audemars Piguet.

"He is a high-class prostitute and has a wealthy boyfriend."
"yeap he spread those sweet cheeks for $$"

Nope, wonderbra aspires to this, but no takers, even for free. Because ugly is ugly, just as destitute is destitute, just as female is male in wonderbra's case, just as "lower Manhattan" is "the Bronx" in wonderbra's case, just as "my street in Tribeca" is "my empty refrigerator box in Cunt's Point, the Bronx" in wonderbra's case.

What a sadsack.

Somebody sounds very jealous.

:(

I can almost hear the cha-cha accent in that remark.

Why are you jealous? I don't understand. If you want to live like me then I suggest getting a decent job.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

If I wanted to live like you I'd just move to the Delusional Hills in Affectasia.

Envy.

Tragic.

alanhart, shut up and get out of my thread.

Your jealousy has been noted and you can move along now.

Uh, so not your thread wonderbra ... because you're threadbare.

fresh out of yawns?

[Apologize in advance for the long post]

So, tonight, I put on my best Anastasia Beaverhausen and went up to the restaurant to see if Wonderboy really is there every night -- and it turns out he is. I don't think he's there for the food. Here's what I saw go down:

It was after the first seating, so I had my choice of tables. I picked one near the wine cellar so I could see people coming and going. After my server placed the placemats onto my coffee table, I ordered a glass of the Shelter.

There were only two other people in the room, so I hadn't yet figured out which one was our WB. After a few minutes, though, one of the servers presented and explained the gnocchi selection for the evening to the person sitting at the small bar by the entrance to the dining room.
Diner: Yawn (rolling his eyes). That's it, sweetie? Haven't you had this item for, like, forever? Tired.
Server: Oh. It is a classic of Chef Keller's repertoire. It is a celebration of classic technique, rather than novelty. Would you rather we prepared you another item more suited to your taste this evening?
Diner: I'm sorry. Were you addressing me? I didn't hear a word. You'll have to stop mumbling.

I had my mark: Wonderboy. He was, as he advertises, well dressed, thin, and thoroughly tanned -- and yes, dripping with money in a way -- a sweaty dollar bill was falling out of his pocket.

Every few minutes, someone would leave the dining room for the washroom, and each time a guy came out, WB stopped, raised an eyebrow, and consciously but discretely looked him up and down. Most guys didn't notice or were confused, but one guy walking by the bar on his way back from the washroom, placed his hand on the bar for a microsecond as he rounded the corner, and left a small piece of paper right next to WB without saying a word or breaking stride. WB effortlessly picked up the paper, placed it in his breast pocket, smiled, and continued eating, knowing his meal was paid for.

Then, Prada Addict walks in with her little LV cell phone case and is seated at the table next to me. WB, obviously familiar with Prada, walks over to the table. (As WB passed my table, I noted the faint presence of chlorine mixed with Aqua di Gio and cigarettes -- that must be why that dollar bill is glistening.)

WB to Prada: Uh. Uh. Uh, sistuh. You can just march those ho heels right back up to the 35th floor where you can hang out with the other "hourlies" waiting for your pathetic out of towners and Craigslist deadbeats. The Salon is my turf, honey.

Prada pretends to open a date book and flip through it, looking over imaginary reading glasses at WB: Let's see are you free on tuesday for lunch? Can I C. U. Next. Tuesday? (Punctuated, daggered looks fly across the table.)

WB: Oh, no, gurl. I will cut'choo.

WB reaches for his exquisite up do to retrieve the razor blade that his stylist so discretely placed there earlier in the day.

Then a server comes by and pours wine for Prada, noticing the ensuing tussle between Prada and WB: Um. Ladies. This is The Salon -- not Le Bernardin. Let's show a little respect. I assume one of your usual gentlemen will be joining you this evening. If not, perhaps you might consider The Lobby Lounge this evening?

WB takes his hands away from his deadly locks and sits down next to Prada: No. We're fine, thank you.

Prada: You know, Wonder, I've known you since we were kids on the Piers telling your mother that Forever 21 really did make a men's collection, and you've never been like this until your friend from the Townhouse died and left you a trust fund, er, um, a "scholarship".

WB: You know the difference between you and me? You're poor, now, and I'm not. And, between dates, I'm in the middle of high end real estate deals. I have Dollie on speed dial. And you'll never understand how to extract the wealth in this city the way that I do.

Prada: Uh, huh? Well, you may walk in here with all that executive realness BS, but (taps her nail extensions on WB's cell phone) that T-Mobile Sidekick on your Dior belt is your tell. You're just a high class ho now... still in that f'ed up relationship with that closet-case-coke-head, Hunter, in JC. I see you on the PATH, alone, hiding under a ball cap. It don't matter that it is a Lanvin cap... 'cause you are crying... 'cause Hunter doesn't love you and kicked you out again. Hunter's never going to love you, you haven't done a deal since the Lehman collapse, and you're in the business again because you're losing all your trust fund money by being over-leveraged on a declining portfolio of "luxury" real estate. Everyone knows you've been hanging around with the amateurs on streetsleazy. You had a way out, but you went all in on granite countertops and stainless steel. Now, you've hit rock bottom, and you're never going to get your life together after this crash.

WB looked down at the glass on the table, devastated, empty, thought about it, got up, and retired to the garden in front. Nothing to say; Prada was Wonderboy's best friend. As WB walked away, Prada breathed, "I just want. you. back."

My work here was done. I had one more handful of truffled popcorn, called my server over, paid for my wine, and left. On the way out, I passed WB, pierced lips, struggling to maintain his composure, typing a text message with his Sidekick in one slightly trembling hand and the piece of paper from the bar held tightly like a crack pipe in the other. Prada was right -- this is going to go on for a long time. His losses are big in so many ways.

I suppose I should thank several of you for keeping this thread on the top list, but it's off topic.

w67thstreet, I'm back in NYC now, and focused on you.

Thanks for sharing about the watches. Though I'm a bit encouraged by the fact that there were no farting jokes, no big penis jokes, no mention of how much you can squat or bench, no words ending in z, or barking yep yeps.

Encouraging. See if you can keep it up for more than 24 hours. Remember, one day at a time.

As for Agent Rachel, I'm still indifferent if you want to call me her or not. But whether I am Agent Rachel or not, or even if I'm Alan Sanford, it doesn't change who you are.

*yawns and sets down special Fendi jewel by Victoire de Castellane and applies Givenchy Creme des mains*

Goodnight.

[wonderbra awakens and, realizing that he's still at home in Lower Slobbovia rather than the New York of his dreams and daydreams, *yawns* and kills himself. Curtain falls. So do Lee Press-On Nails.]

for those fascinated by the 'mystery and fabulousness' of wonderboy's persona here's a thread with some clues http://www.streeteasy.com/nyc/talk/discussion/12343-cfranch-market-thoughts
boywonder did that personality not workout?? 840k in mom and dad's account??? that is such an 70's amount... have you disowned them yet?

There really is no difference between the overt bragging/lying from wonderboy vs the continual hints of money/wealth that W67 drops ad nauseum.

Both do it for the same reasons and both are as annoying as each other.

At least stevjhx and Rhino actually debate on salient topics even if they do ignore other peoples' valid points ;p

wow

se10024, his parents are probably just doctors in Texas or something. Dreary all around. No wonder he lives in a Lee Press On world.

Who said my wealth had anything to do with mommy & daddy?

Nobody did -- it's your poverty that has to do with mommy & daddy.

Sweetheart I'll think of you and your raging jealousy at the Hotel Martinez. I booked the penthouse suite for the entire first week of September and I might as well use it. I'll surely have the Centurion concierge make arrangements for the Service de Protection des Hautes Personnalites to protect us from the pauperism of the locals. Last time I was there I had to use my Alexander McQueen pointy boot to make my way into my Le Louvre private exhibition lounge.

This one: http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g29212-d86352-Reviews-Econo_Lodge_Martinez-Augusta_Georgia.html , for your family reunion

Oh sweetheart, are you still upset about the time your creditors denied your booking into acceptable hotels in Paris? Did you have to settle on Augusta Georgia? You seem well versed in low-rent hotels.

In any case, It's about time you and w67th get used to the fact that whenever I am in the premises of any luxury establishment, no one is to come within thirty feet of my fabulousness. Next time I'm securely locked into the Maison Goyard or into one of my flings townhomes on the 7th Arrondissement of Paris, I will allow you to beg me should my Bang&Olufsen phone receive a call from you, pleading to be admitted.

where the f'k is this conversation going?

It's certainly not going to New Jersey, so you need not to worry.

divvie you are so right!

and maybe it proves that the rich AREN'T different after all -- with all their wealth and expensive toys, they end up slumming with the hoi polloi here on Streeteasy!

the rich do not post. wonderboy is a sham

"no one is to come within thirty feet of my fabulousness" ... you're one of those faaaaaaabulous http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalit

hmm... i think this is more appropriate in boywonder's case? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eunich

Let's get this clear once and for all.

Boy wonder - it is blatantly obvious that you don't have money. The tells are many. Just a couple are as follows:

- you aren't old money because old money doesnt talk about it and certainly doesn't need to go on SE and brag about it. They are waaayyyy beyond that.

- you aren't new money because anyone who worked hard to make their scratch would never choose "wonderboy" as a handle.

There are a bunch of other tells that I would share with you if I actually gave a crap and/or had the the time to waste. Let's just say that somebody who chooses "wonderboy" as their handle is straight out of suburbia and bragging here about stuff you made up is akin to putting a button on your shirt that says "I am special and people like me!"

So, give it a rest. And my response to your lame attempt to combat the truth is:

*yawn* Go F-yourself. Nobody's buying it...

"the rich do not post. wonderboy is a sham"

How exactly would you know what the "rich" do? I'm sorry, but reviewing my purchases from your minimum wage AMEX call center only gives you a very slight glimpse into my day to day activities. Unless you're one of the staff who keeps after my duplex then I'm afraid you haven't a clue of my daily schedule.

And besides, I'm nouveau and proud of it. Now run along.

I don't think rentboys work that hard to make their scratch.

Pride is a deadly sin, even when it's about being nouveau pauvre.

You are so obsessed with me. It's something I'm used to.

No, you're just used.

Audemars Piguet? Definition of gauche. And sleazy. I'm sure Francois cannot wait for you to model it.

If you were understated, which you are not, you would have a nice, simple Patek like the perpetual calendar. If you knew anything and wanted to reward yourself for something, you would have a A. Lange Datograph. And if you were as lucky as I am, you would treasure above both of those the Rolex Day Date (1964) given to me by my wife.

And B&O is crap. You seem to like the appearance of wealth without understanding either true wealth or quality. I find it comical. And yes, I am convinced you are a broker. Your need for the Rem tower to be built at One Madison tells me so...

Perhaps Mr. Schilling will allow you to stay, perhaps not...

nopigorshrimp, very funny post.
This is beyond proof that W 67 St is an insecure, middle aged tool.