Me: Hello?
Tipster: Yes, hello.
M: Hi?
T: Oh, it's me. The Tipster.
M: Oh, hi! You're very brave.
T: Listen - I don't have much time. We need to meet, but it needs to be very secretive. I can't have you knowing who I am or where I live or anything. I think they're on to me. If they connect the two of us we're both in danger.
M: Well where do you want to meet?
T: Why don't you come to my place?
M: Perfect! You are very sneaky.
I went to the tipster's home at 51-02 51st Street, Woodside, Queens, and was very careful to make sure I wasn't being followed to 51-02 51st Street, Apartment 20F. When we were sure we were safe, the Tipster and his wife made hamburgers. These burgers were very delicious.
![](http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojrXrwwWcp0/R16m5MCWiyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HsI0lFbffq0/s320/burger1.jpg)
The tipster molding the meat
The finished product - with sauteed onions and mushrooms
Anyway, it was a delightful evening. The Tipster and I planned how we might take out Vineyard Vines, the company that makes those disgusting pants. We also watched 4 episodes of Lost, the greatest show - no, the greatest anything - ever made.
So yeah, the end.