NYC's Newest BFF

Picture this-
(Setting is an apartment in New York City. It's a beautiful Saturday
morning.)

Okay, you wake up, rub your eyes, roll out of bed, put on the ol' bathrobe and walk out to the living room to start your weekend off with some football. But, who should you find lying on your couch, eating his third bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, and watching cartoons? The Dalai Lama. That's right, Mayor Bloomberg just gave him an official key to the
city. And if you've got a prime bachelor pad, well, he may just be crashing on your couch indefinitely.

Sure, at first, it'd be great to have the Dalai Lama around. You'd have great conversation and advice at the dinner table and, of course, there's his infamous Lama pranks to keep you laughing. But, how many times can you possibly take someone up the Empire State Building before it gets old? After fourteen or fifteen times it just gets tiresome-I don't care if they are an incarnation of Buddha. Everything gets boring after 86 flights.

But, he has a key. So, get ready for some stair climbing, stock up on Frosted Mini Wheats, and Tivo your football games because the Dalai only watches Cowboy Beebop.