This is a 54 oz. Big Gulp Cup shaped like a guitar. I saw it at the 7-11 by my house and freaked out. You fill the thing with slurpee, walk around with the guitar strapped to you and drink from the long straw.
Ok so this is what the Fever Ray show was kinda like. Those lasers, the lamps, the outfits, down to the white make-up with the black lines. That was some shit.
The cast of “It’s Always Sunny” is performing “The Nightman Cometh” in it’s entirety and then playing the first episode of the next season. It’s in Sept and i want to go so bad. Tickets are sold out but where there’s a will there’s a way.
So, I don’t have the kind of camera my friends have, but I had to try to capture this:
My brother has some friends from Spain visiting, and the guy that’s staying with us made this. It’s a baked fish (only the meat and bones) with sun-dried tomatoes, limes, peppers, and other kinds of spices. The rice is white rice with a coconut sauce made with peppers, onions, lemon pepper and chives.
I work in SoHo. This means that every single day, at least 3 times a day, someone attempts to stop me on the street to donate money to their organization. I don’t mind when it has something to do with civil rights or helping children…but even then, I will NEVER give my credit card number on the street. Sorry, folks. I’d rather donate online (which probably isn’t much safer).
I’m talking about the twats who stop me from one corner to the next to try and get me to purchase some salon bullshit. Yesterday, there were a gaggle of young folks standing in a cluster. Within 20ft, I was asked, “Can I ask you a quick question about your hair?” 4 times. 20 fucking feet. I stood on the corner waiting to cross the street and one girl asked me the fateful question. I said I wasn’t interested. Finally, the light changed and I crossed the street. The SAME GIRL caught up with me on the other side of the street before I got to the subway and grabbed my shoulder.
Twat: “Ma’am, can I ask you a quick question about your hair?”
Me: “Oh, no thanks, I’m still not interested.”
Twat: “But, I haven’t even told you what I’m selling, yet.”
Me: “Uh, unless you have an identical twin wearing the same thing across the street, yes, you have.”
Twat: “Oh”
This was probably my friend. She does this exact thing at this exact location.
