The Boys Are Back in Town
Now that Kojak has moved to NYC, we decided that it's even more important to keep up the exchange of useless information. Not only will we publish as much mundane content as possible, but you may even be fortunate enough to catch a glimps of our personal lives...
In fact, here is a painting by one of Kojak's distant relative: Edvard Munch
I would have uploaded a photo of The Scream, but I couldn't get a shot of it. Not only does the Oslo Munch museum not let you take pictures, the painting is supposedly in the hands of a Russian mafioso.
posted by Blissfully Ignorant @ 11:11 AM
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