There's some good coffee here.
Except for Arby's. Stuff is as foul as the watered feces from 1950's most merciless nightmare creature, whoever that may be.
Why was I drinking coffee at Arby's? It's where I woke up AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Greenpoint, 2007
While exiting the G train this morning, I overheard a quick exchange between the train operator and another fellow who was attempting to make the ride before the doors closed.
Train Operator: (leaning from the car window, motioning toward the contents of the man’s hand) Is that for me?
Man: (holding what clearly looked like an empty coffee cup stuffed with wet trash) No, it’s…
Train Operator: Then you have to wait for the next train.
He then abruptly closes the doors and speeds off.
Why? Why would a man want another man’s old garbage? He didn’t. He’s a performer. This wasn’t the first time the man in the box has screwed with a commuter. I hear him attempting to bust jokes quite often. He once told a women, who was also running to gain access to his train, not to run because she was holding a baby.
She wasn’t holding a baby. She was holding a nothing.
In conclusion, this man has no specific target. No one is safe from his incredible blend of insult and abstract comedy - those carrying something, those carrying nothing. He gots you.
Train Operator: (leaning from the car window, motioning toward the contents of the man’s hand) Is that for me?
Man: (holding what clearly looked like an empty coffee cup stuffed with wet trash) No, it’s…
Train Operator: Then you have to wait for the next train.
He then abruptly closes the doors and speeds off.
Why? Why would a man want another man’s old garbage? He didn’t. He’s a performer. This wasn’t the first time the man in the box has screwed with a commuter. I hear him attempting to bust jokes quite often. He once told a women, who was also running to gain access to his train, not to run because she was holding a baby.
She wasn’t holding a baby. She was holding a nothing.
In conclusion, this man has no specific target. No one is safe from his incredible blend of insult and abstract comedy - those carrying something, those carrying nothing. He gots you.
Friday, December 29, 2006
*HIC*
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
This Morning in Chinatown...
I actually witnessed a man slipping on a banana peel. He didn't flip all throughout the air...so I was definitely robbed in a sense. Like Robbed Lowe.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
You know what's cold?
Outside. Right now.
1. I want to buy Annie Hall on DVD.
2. Same goes for All The President's Men.
3. Paint a life-sized portrait of the lovely Spanish waitress who serves me breakfast every Saturday morning at that Manhattan Ave diner.
4. I want to write a joke about not being able to suspend disbelif.
5. Mr. Mike's Mondo Video should become Mr. Mike's Mondo DVD.
6.
7.
8. Drink eight glasses of water daily. Every day.
9. Throw away those Russian records that continue to frighten me.
10. Stop ghost-writing autobiographies for people who are non-existant.
1. I want to buy Annie Hall on DVD.
2. Same goes for All The President's Men.
3. Paint a life-sized portrait of the lovely Spanish waitress who serves me breakfast every Saturday morning at that Manhattan Ave diner.
4. I want to write a joke about not being able to suspend disbelif.
5. Mr. Mike's Mondo Video should become Mr. Mike's Mondo DVD.
6.
7.
8. Drink eight glasses of water daily. Every day.
9. Throw away those Russian records that continue to frighten me.
10. Stop ghost-writing autobiographies for people who are non-existant.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Hi Georgia, Georgia Here..
From: Georgia Pack
Subject: Georgia Pack wrote:
hi Georgia i hope this is your e-mail.
I was like to see you the other day. I expect you was excited about New York.
So much so much happening all the time, lots of great opportunities.
And speaking of opportunities, the deal I was speaking you about day before included a company
named Tex-Homa (TXHE).
It's already lift up, but the big info isn't even
out yet, so there's still time. I have got this shares already and made
2000. I counsel you to do the same today.
Hope this helps you out. I'll see you this weekend.
Yours Georgia Pack
Subject: Georgia Pack wrote:
hi Georgia i hope this is your e-mail.
I was like to see you the other day. I expect you was excited about New York.
So much so much happening all the time, lots of great opportunities.
And speaking of opportunities, the deal I was speaking you about day before included a company
named Tex-Homa (TXHE).
It's already lift up, but the big info isn't even
out yet, so there's still time. I have got this shares already and made
2000. I counsel you to do the same today.
Hope this helps you out. I'll see you this weekend.
Yours Georgia Pack
Thursday, September 28, 2006
An ideal Halloween costume
My head in the center of a giant calendar turned to November
the first day of the month circled in thick, red marker.
When someone asks what I am
I'll say all arrogantly
“The Future"
And then that particular someone will turn into a hurricane (cause that's how they're made, I think)
the first day of the month circled in thick, red marker.
When someone asks what I am
I'll say all arrogantly
“The Future"
And then that particular someone will turn into a hurricane (cause that's how they're made, I think)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Welcome to an interesting fact I overheard in Chinatown this afternoon
"73% of the Earth's smog is caused by a foot disease only wolfmen can develop."
Monday, September 18, 2006
Case Closed, You All.

WILLMINGTON, Delaware – Dir. of the Office of Homeland Security Tom Ridge alongside local police chief William Hamm held a press conference yesterday addressing the latest information on the newly dubbed Cave Creep. Ridge stated, “Despite our initial reports, we now have strong evidence indicating Cave Creep’s tits are in fact, fake.”
Thursday, September 14, 2006
BARRY MANILOW - "I Write The Songs..."
I've been alive forever
And I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music
And I write the songs
[Chorus:]
I write the songs that make the whole world HOuu..uhgggggha!
I write the songs of love and special mmmyyuuuuuvuh!
I write the songs that make the young girls zznuuuuuanananVUH!
I write the songs, I write the songs
My home lies deep within you
And I've got my own place in your soul
Now when I look out through your eyes
I'm young again, even tho' I'm very old
I write the songs that make the whole world AHHHHHHHHHH!!
I write the songs of love and special HUMMunnnananaan-zot
I write the songs that make the young girls muuuufedtt
I write the songs, I write the songs
Oh, my music makes you dance and gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock 'n roll so you can move
Music fills your heart, well that's a real find place to start
It's from me, it's for you
It's from you, it's for me
It's a worldwide symphony
I write the songs that make the whole world HEeeuhhhhguhHUWW!
I write the songs of love and special bafooooka
I write the songs that make the young girls garGGRARG
I write the songs, I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world NOOYEREW
I write the songs of love and special Gagyuuhit
I write the songs that make the young girls hmmmmmSWUUHYTE!
I write the songs, I write the songs
I am music and I write the songs
And I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music
And I write the songs
[Chorus:]
I write the songs that make the whole world HOuu..uhgggggha!
I write the songs of love and special mmmyyuuuuuvuh!
I write the songs that make the young girls zznuuuuuanananVUH!
I write the songs, I write the songs
My home lies deep within you
And I've got my own place in your soul
Now when I look out through your eyes
I'm young again, even tho' I'm very old
I write the songs that make the whole world AHHHHHHHHHH!!
I write the songs of love and special HUMMunnnananaan-zot
I write the songs that make the young girls muuuufedtt
I write the songs, I write the songs
Oh, my music makes you dance and gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock 'n roll so you can move
Music fills your heart, well that's a real find place to start
It's from me, it's for you
It's from you, it's for me
It's a worldwide symphony
I write the songs that make the whole world HEeeuhhhhguhHUWW!
I write the songs of love and special bafooooka
I write the songs that make the young girls garGGRARG
I write the songs, I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world NOOYEREW
I write the songs of love and special Gagyuuhit
I write the songs that make the young girls hmmmmmSWUUHYTE!
I write the songs, I write the songs
I am music and I write the songs
Friday, September 08, 2006
Sender: Ticketmaster
Subject: Don't miss "The Marine" & WWE RAW present: The DX Reunion Tour!
Thank you for the email, Ticketmaster. Really, it's like you know what I'm thinking. And what I need. It almost makes me regret the fact I have to pour lava all over your office sometime in the near future. Or yesterday.
Thank you for the email, Ticketmaster. Really, it's like you know what I'm thinking. And what I need. It almost makes me regret the fact I have to pour lava all over your office sometime in the near future. Or yesterday.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
You don't know?
The New York City subway system smells like the business end of a butthole. All day. Every day.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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