I wouldn’t mind having some. I also how the arc ends, unless Pandolph takes a break from his prestigious New Yorker gig to change the story.
Who am I kidding, as the New Yorker’s cartoonist he is at the pinnacle, and as I type this he is probably writhing around in a mass of cocaine and Krug fueled bodies in the Hamptons.
Corey Pandolph and Phil Frank and Joe Troise
Apr 22, 2016