Well, after a night of ghouls and girls in Union Square VT and I took the 2,3 train back downtown and got off on the Fulton stop. It was here that we found this post note on the ground.
Someone obviously has some tough priorities to put in order- however I do think "looking immaculate" should trump the presentation (#2) any day of the week!!!
... and what's a hippie protest without 30 cases of bottled water?
Oh wait, the spray paint on my Grandma's dog isn't pink. And she's not a dude.
Before tonight, I'd never heard of this stuff. But its 2/$5.00 at Sweet Revenge in Brooklyn. Selling points:
- Est 1878
- Name rhymes w "Hennessy"
- Supposedly the winner of numerous World Beer Cup medals
Of course "Great Balls of Fire" was playing in the background
Nyc always keeps you focused on real shit, regardless of the time, place, or number of PBRs consumed
You're just gonna have to take my word for it. He yelled "Good luck on the photoblog!" in passing.
This car is sitting right in front of ground zero blasting a mix of soul music and patriotic tunes.
I've never seen an "I duct tape NY" shirt before. What's amazing about this sign (seen at a street market in the financial district) is that it apparently took them less effort to find an "Aisle #4" sign than it would've to just print the number 4 in size 72 font.
You know you've made it when people sporting a homemade sign sell condoms named after you in Times Square.
Walking down Lexington on my way home from work and I see this unsavory chick with ice blue contacts shoving a stuffed penguin in everyones face and asking them to touch its nose. I told her I'd do it if she let me get a picture of her with the breakfast club. Note: I am a master swindler and did not uphold my end of the bargain... But if I don't post for a while you'll know its because I got bum rushed by the insane clown posse.
