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i’m wondering whether stupid things like this are a new downward trend in american sanity, or if we’ve always been this stupid and we just didn’t know it before there was 24-hour news.
i think the next thing schools should try banning, now that they’ve gotten rid of to kill a mockingbird, slap bracelets, kissing, dodgeball […]
i, for one, totally heart hipsters. particularly when they participate in sporting events of any kind.
which is why i’m obsessed with this video:
in other news, i mildly electrocuted myself while plugging in my hair dryer this morning. it’s amazing that i’ve made it to 23.
so it seems that the evil empire has finally revealed its true colors. there was a huge hullabaloo yesterday when yankees’ hats, featuring the colors and insignia of local gangs, were put on sale in harlem. i don’t know what marketing genius schemed this one up, but i’m betting his name starts with a […]
The subway doors open, a hobo enters, holding
a bottle of windex in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other.
He says: “Which is the best time to read Dostoevsky? Winter?”
He sprays the windex.
“Or Spring?”
He squeezes toothpaste out of the tube.
Japanese girl: “Spring!”
Hobo: “You are correct.”
-F Train
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yes, i’m blogging again. this is […]
On Esquire.com . . .
Warren Ellis’s new novel, Crooked Little Vein, makes fetishes cool again.
Reading Crooked Little Vein (William Morrow; $22), the first prose novel by renowned graphic novelist Warren Ellis, is like being hit by a truck — a dark, perverted truck, that, if it’s anything like the one described in the book, is […]
In the August Issue of Esquire. . .
We ate black pudding, durian fruit, snake wine, abalone, and Joel Robuchon’s kobe beef so you don’t have to.
In the August Issue of Esquire. . .
Open the vents. You’re in for a noseful.