Because this is SO ADORABLE, right?
And the back!! With lace! I can’t even stand it I want it so bad.
Tony Bennett loved it, of course (see if you can find him).
And Bridget Moynahan would love it but she was too busy drinking all the booze.*
(A lady after my own heart.)
Federer can’t understand why nobody cares about what he’s wearing.
Sigh. BECAUSE IT’S ALL GRAY, ROGER. THAT IS NOT INTERESTING.
At least Anna still loves you.
*Naaaah. She was signing them for charity.
[U.S. Open Day 1, 8/29/2011)
Some folks think a hurricane is the perfect time to find a hurricane boyfriend, but I need more than someone to make out with when I’m stuck in my borough. I need someone to protect me from falling tree branches:
Or provide for me when all the bread is gone from the grocery store:
YOU GUYS I NEED M’ BREAD FOR M’ SAMMIES AND M’ FRENCH TOAST.
I need a Hurricane Husband.
So, today I went out looking for one in Astoria Park. And I found some good candidates!
I like this guy ’cause he’s a daredevil. But he’s too much of a loner.
This guy has a sweet ride. Which he’s using to get away from me.
The one in the red is hot, but he’s always with his bros.
Never mind, because I think I found my winner:
Because, duh. He has his own boat.
Filed under: New York, puppy puppy puppy oy! oy! oy!, sometimes i like to do things with dolls, Theater, Weird Science
You like my emo butt stars?
Well I dig your retro phone, mama.
I go both ways…
…if you know what I mean.
Ironic Lampshade is the name of my band.
I wonder if anyone can smell my fart.
WHAT IS LIFE.
I just took a dump over there I’m so hipster American Apparel on my butt aaaaaaahhhhhh.
Goin’ to a rave right after this.
[whispering] Fuck you.
I only know three chords but I make up for it with style.
Hey girrrrl, wanna get out of here and grab a bite? I brought my own PBR.
Fine, whatever, look, I have a show I’ve got to get to.
No, it’s cool, you’re not on the list anyway.
[whispering] Fuck you.
[Hipster Puppy Pageant, powerHouse Books, 8/25/2011]
Can you spot it?
Portrait sculpture at the Noguchi Museum.
But I had to look up what K2-Spice was.
My being old or whatever aside, I still think they could have made a smoother transition in the ad. I mean, it’s a pretty big leap now, right?
R2-D2 was (um, is?) kid friendly
RJD2 makes the kids dance
R.J. Spice (who exists, I looked it up) means nothing to kids
Scary Spice (not a necessary link but I think it’s appropriate in this case) is kid-scary
K2-Spice is KID DEADLY.
There you have it! Much more logical.
Yr WELCOME, drugfreeNJ.org.
Music Hall of Williamsburg, 8/20/2011
Can you take the picture pleaaaasssseeee…
… So I can get back to my dancing?