Who Created This...
And why do I think it's so funny?
http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/
Life is slow on the streets kids, but we'll find an offender to b!tch slap soon enough.
In the meantime, enjoy this pointless post.
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Days and nights in New York City are tough enough without having to deal with all the sh!t this city dishes up. B!tch on the Street tells the tale of two ladies making their way through this crazy town...one freak at a time.
And why do I think it's so funny?
Way before Pookie and I created this blog, we were still B!tches on the Streets. Here's a classic BOTS tale that Des over at Fresh Air Lover made me think of due to a recent post she has on going on a date with an actor.
Jennifer Love Hewitt
Am I the only idiot who has problems time and again with word verification? I type in what I see but it doesn't come out right.
This morning I walked into my bagel shop (as I do every day) to find a man yelling at the bagel guy. Here's his picture. As I approached the counter, I could hear that he was saying, "I ordered cream cheese! NOT scallion cream cheese!" I couldn't hear what my bagel guy was saying, but I proceeded on to the counter to place my order. If only I'd know what was to come next.
This picture sucks, but it shows what I witnessed yesterday morning as I left my friend's apartment (he lives right outside of the city which requires me to take a commuter rail (about a 30 minute ride) to get back to NYC and work. The weather here yesterday was like armegeddon crazy. Black clouds were rolling across the otherwise blue sky, winds were whipping everything and everyone around, and sporadically, bursts of rain fell from the ominous sky.
I had to steal this from Kat over at Kitty Can Scratch. I've been away on a long weekend and am just now recovering. Since I have no incidents to report, I'll do this instead. Sorry if it bores you, but hey, it's my blog!
I know this blog is here to make people laugh and have some fun, but this story so sickened Pookie and me that we had to share.
The hands you see here are the hands of a woman I sat across from on the train this morning. As you can tell, she has long, French-manicured nails. She seemed normal enough, except for one thing: She used those talons to pick ear wax out of her ears, roll it up, and then flick it.
Nicholas Cage
Today I went out to grab a quick bite to eat since work (a.k.a. Hell) has been particularly busy. I got a sandwich and waited on line to pay for it. At the same time, some crazy lady (I promise, I will bring my picture phone EVERYWHERE with me from now on) barreled in the door of the deli muttering to herself. She came right up beside me (touching me, mind you) and started craning her neck to see behind the counter. I said, "Excuse me, please." She ignored me. I heard her saying, "Lucky! Lucky!" over and over. I knew then that I had a crack pot (or maybe a crack head) on my hands.
I just want to bang on my drum all day! Doesn't this picture look like Whoopi?