In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.

Step 1. The radar’s kickin.

Step 2. New Jersey goes insane.

Step 3. The bridge is serene.

I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below.

–Ryan Pissed and Petty (March 31, 2008)