Lately, the dicktitude in this city has been cranked up a notch, and the TL is no exception.

We’re guessing it has to do with the fact that all dick-o-city was physically embodied by our previous city administration. The new kids in the Hall, while being dim at times have also been civil as well as apparently downright cuddly. This leaves nowhere else for dick angst (which I shall now just call, “dangst”) catharsis to go except on the streets. This is my theory, but I’ve done a long row of NyQuil shots just now, so I probably know nothing other than the fact I love all of you and your dick jokes because you’re really, really great.

Spotted on the window of the old Lush lounge at Polk & Post