And to kick it off, let me tell you about my walk to work today:
Walk to work: woman in capris with far to much make up on her early 90's nokia cell phone, "so now she's saying she's a 'lesbian' or some shit, and I'm like fuck that shit!" I wish I knew the context.
Walk from work: outside YMCA, the most jacked man I have ever seen, shirtless, looks Italian but is speaking Spanish. ACROSS HIS CHEST IN HUGE OLD ENGLISH FONT IS TATTOOED "FUCK THE WORLD" WITH A BLAZING GUN. Yes! Prize awarded.
The image of the week goes to powers painting for their wonderful job on this triple decker:

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