DUMB DRUNK

Which editorial director of a men’s biannual had too much of the sauce at a nightclub recently? The round-shaped one got a bit randy after a few drinks, but since his teeth of grief were scaring all the men away, he decided to settle for some female action. Being a Soho resident, he found the skankiest pimp, who led him to an unmarked letterbox at the end of a dark alleyway. When the minter was told to put the money in, he dumbly obliged – and was then told to go away. No nookie for him. And the worst part? He did it twice!