knifefight in BK: from the department of random things in vacant lots in brooklyn

2009.05.28

from the department of random things in vacant lots in brooklyn

Huh. I can pretty much confidently state that this rockin' NO FEEEEEEAAAARRRRRR jet ski is the weirdest thing I have EVER seen in a vacant lot in Brooklyn. I mean, mannequin parts? Done. Disassembled port-a-potty covered in what appear to be restaurant steam trays? Played out. A whole lot of old rice and chicken bones strewn about like an entire high school football team was trying to eat dinner while having a mass seizure? Soooo 2003. But this jet ski is something new entirely. A new era in vacant lot debris technology. It's like one of those weird giant boulders that glaciers ditch and thousands of years later people are all "Where the crap did this 8 story rock come from, and why is it in the middle of a field in Iowa?" Except it's a jet ski. Is this some weird urban version of having a busted car on cinderblocks in your yard? I don't know because I am not an anthropologist.

May 28, 2009 10:34:54 AM | some crap about new york

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"A whole lot of old rice and chicken bones strewn about like an entire high school football team was trying to eat dinner while having a mass seizure?" Gail you have such a way with words. So poetic. :)

Posted by: Mac Smith | 2009.07.17 at 13:21

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thanks, hoveround! This week brings our celebration of all things Hoveround to an end with what is easily my favorite collage, THANKS, UNICORN! "your hoveround enables you to lure, capture, and ride unicorns!" The best part is that this is completely true. They can't say that in the Hoveround ad, because it would cause pandemonium. But it's completely true. Just look at the smile on Barbara's face ' that should be ALL the proof you need.

i return on 999, like the upside-down demon i am. Let's talk about what's REALLY important, namely the fact that apparently it's cool to completely lose your mind, toss on some jaunty green lace gloves, and hop aboard the W train. See, some people would be all, "How is she crazy? Gloves aren't that weird." Yes, they are, and I'll tell you why. A. I took this picture in the sweatiest, grossest part of July, which means that (lace?)