"Yo, let me get a sip."

Why Bother?

A big f*u* to those assholes over at DC x SE for making something completely unavailable to the general public except for a select few retailers attempting to gain some street cred as it collects dust in their store windows in front of some BAM posters or to some asshole eGay re-seller who'll use the proceeds to buy a new "sweet guitar for Open Mike Night" to play songs that he's been practicing on iGuitar all week at his desk at his overpaid design job.



At least I can sit with the comfort that these nostalgic throwbacks are simply re-badged pieces of shit constructed in China, not like the classic SEs we all grew up to love.





Nice black Kit. Awesome.

Sign me up, mang!

Stoops #88.

Apparently, Vince Shlomi, the Shamwow guy, got arrested last month for
beating up a hooker. SlapChop Dat Azz.

O Padma...

Douche Patrol.

Funky Fridays #30.

Snap the Gap.

Sign of the times.

I always thought the idea of making all the payphones that the
telephone companies have pretty much abandoned into wifi hotspots was
pretty good. I guess so much for that. I never saw any that ever got
converted anyway.

I'd be pretty sketched even touching these things without gloves. They
make a hotel comforter look like a doctors office.

And all this time I thought I was crazy.

Better late than never.

Shamrock shake. Procured.

You've what?

Funky Fridays #29.

Tyson

Can't wait for this one. And the reality show NEEDS to happen. Now.

5 Points.

Headed out to 5 Points to take some pics for my friend's site. It was the first warm day in a minute, so we took advantage.





Since we were in the neighborhood, we also hit up Jollibee. There's a recession going on, but you couldn't tell in Woodside. We caught it a good time and only waited about an hour. Stories of 2+ were heard through the place. Completely worth the wait for a taste of the Homeland.





Snake Session. Don't f**k with hungry Flips. Shit was craze bec every other customer was ordering multiple buckets to take back to CT or PA. I was losing my mind with the smell of fried chicken in the air and the killer commercials. You just wanted to strangle every person that got to leave with their kit.



Completely insane by the time I got to the register, I ordered two dinners plus a double to go. 2 pc Spicy Chicken Joy and a Burger Steak Rice Meal. Da Bomb.



Not as pretty as the pic, but the Burger Steak Rice Meal was amazing. Like Chicken Marsala but with ground steak patties. Gone in 4.3 seconds.




The closer was the Chicken Joy. The crack sprinkled crispy fried goodness and Flip gravy combo is something to be sampled. Didn't even matter that I shit stained my new North Face kit. I was hyped.

Go for distance.

Damn good bathroom. Japan, of course.

Camo Dip.

Sweet. Finally.

Woof.

The homies @Fernandez Barbershop just picked up a new mascot. They wasted no time in teaching the bird how to bark, meow, and whistle at customer's gf's. It's never a dull day at the shop may it be crackheads trying to sell bootleg PS3s, the entire staff running out to holla at some girl passing by the store, or my barber leaving mid-fade to buy a beer.

Sure beats the shop in my old neighborhood where a craze Russian woman named Zena with big orange hair, leopard print bodysuit, chain smoking to blasting KTU dance music, would sit me down and ask, "How you like?", then would proceed to rip a record setting clipper fade before her cig burned out. Pretty tight but I think I prefer a razor fade and the parrot.

Say it isn't so.

Apparently, NY is a dry state. Happy St. Pats.

Mona Grease-A

All this from only 10 burgers. Ewww.

Field Level

Yo got the New Era hookup to some damn good seats at Game 1 of the
World Baseball Classic (Cuba vs. Japan).

So close we could smell the grass...and nachos.

Hair we are.

Pretty much the best link I have found in quite a long time.

...and yes, that is a sleeveless and fringed out Noid Patrol™ t shirt with iron on letters on the shirt and pants. 

Unberievabre.