I can't wait for these alcoholic locusts to deem the East Village dead and find a new neighborhood to swarm on the weekends. This photo, as vulgar as it is, is the least of it. These beasts pee in public, fall over walking, start fight with each other over nothing, and somewhere in their little OMG brains, believe its acceptable to behave because "it's just New York" as they often say. Screw giving tickets to bike riders, the real money is in public intoxication.
They definitely look like out-of-towners by their dress.
But you know what's more horrifying to me? They probably live a few blocks away and brought their out-of-townness style of dress with them.
That would explain why I always think so many people walking around look like they're not 'from here' even though they probably just moved here and are the ones pukeifying the neighborhood!
Wow SMDH you must be right! Again! Show us your chivalrous side - you must have sides other than instigator, whiner, and stalker - and help the fair maiden to an all-night 7-Eleven where she can get some Tums and a Big Gulp.
"M'lady, vomit no longer. For I, SMDH, perpetually confused town jester, will escort your regal beauty and bucket of chunder to the nearest thank heaven! For tonight, you are alive!"
"M'lady, vomit no longer. For I, SMDH, perpetually confused town jester, will escort your regal beauty and bucket of chunder to the nearest thank heaven! For tonight, you are alive!"
That was hilarious!!!!
I think Bucket of Chunder will be my new nom de plume.
I ask those who stand before me, who says chivalry is dead? Thank you Lord SMDH for a helping a fair maiden, and most-times service wench, in distress! It seems I took all the shillings I saved by shopping a TJ Maxx, foolishly spent it on bad gog (apologies Goggla) and have found myself up to my busk in chunder. For you see me as a fair maiden, and not the filthy scullery wench the village knows thyself to be. You, I say, are too good to be true!
Wow can't even make it past 11pm without puking up guts. She probably spent the evening at the Continental enjoying their all-you-can-drink deal. Loser.
Yeah, stomach virus from 7-11 taquitos and hotdogs, or could have been that artisanal farm-to-table pickled pig snout from a faux-celebrity-chef-cum-former-sous-chef-of-an-overrated-trendeatery trendeatery, or from that 7-year aged pomegranate blueberry hybrid quinoa infused kaletini. And don't you rail on my man Sir Douchealot; he's being more chivalrous than my King Barfthur.
And for that Kickstarter campaign, donate $10 and you get high-five from Sir Douchealot after wiping yours truly's mouth. Donate $50 and you get to kiss the Lady herself after hurling. $For $100, 1st base with the Lady after the heave.
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what is the thought process that convinces people the corner of a storefront is the best place? why not a subway grate or inside the subway next door?
p.d.v.
gross.
what a gentleman! who said chivalry is dead?
I can't wait for these alcoholic locusts to deem the East Village dead and find a new neighborhood to swarm on the weekends. This photo, as vulgar as it is, is the least of it. These beasts pee in public, fall over walking, start fight with each other over nothing, and somewhere in their little OMG brains, believe its acceptable to behave because "it's just New York" as they often say. Screw giving tickets to bike riders, the real money is in public intoxication.
How Romantic.
Maybe she had a stomach virus.
They definitely look like out-of-towners by their dress.
But you know what's more horrifying to me? They probably live a few blocks away and brought their out-of-townness style of dress with them.
That would explain why I always think so many people walking around look like they're not 'from here' even though they probably just moved here and are the ones pukeifying the neighborhood!
F*ck.
Wow SMDH you must be right! Again! Show us your chivalrous side - you must have sides other than instigator, whiner, and stalker - and help the fair maiden to an all-night 7-Eleven where she can get some Tums and a Big Gulp.
"M'lady, vomit no longer. For I, SMDH, perpetually confused town jester, will escort your regal beauty and bucket of chunder to the nearest thank heaven! For tonight, you are alive!"
SMDH - The Softer Side of Sears
I feel for the patrons at Saint's Alp Teahouse. Imagine sitting there trying to enjoy a bubble tea and having to see this?
Oh my word, 10:07:
"M'lady, vomit no longer. For I, SMDH, perpetually confused town jester, will escort your regal beauty and bucket of chunder to the nearest thank heaven! For tonight, you are alive!"
That was hilarious!!!!
I think Bucket of Chunder will be my new nom de plume.
Ah, so it is true: youth is wasted on the (wasted) young.
I think Hoboken Hoof and Bucket of Chunder should open a joint location like the Baskin Robbins and ... the other store.
I ask those who stand before me, who says chivalry is dead? Thank you Lord SMDH for a helping a fair maiden, and most-times service wench, in distress! It seems I took all the shillings I saved by shopping a TJ Maxx, foolishly spent it on bad gog (apologies Goggla) and have found myself up to my busk in chunder. For you see me as a fair maiden, and not the filthy scullery wench the village knows thyself to be. You, I say, are too good to be true!
12:32, Sounds good to me.
I wonder what we'd sell...
How about Ipecac-flavored Fro-Yo, in a hoof-shaped bucket?
Time for a kickstarter campaign to open a vomitorium. And, yes, there will be a slide...
What have I missed? Someone please let me know what 'SMDH' is.
shmnyc is SMDH, the acronym for 'shaking my damn head.'
Thank you, Anon 2:26.
Wow can't even make it past 11pm without puking up guts. She probably spent the evening at the Continental enjoying their all-you-can-drink deal. Loser.
The Vomitorium at the Death Star, Goggla? Investors?
Stomach virus or vodka flu?
I live next door to one of these sub-human types.
*shakes head*
Yeah, stomach virus from 7-11 taquitos and hotdogs, or could have been that artisanal farm-to-table pickled pig snout from a faux-celebrity-chef-cum-former-sous-chef-of-an-overrated-trendeatery trendeatery, or from that 7-year aged pomegranate blueberry hybrid quinoa infused kaletini. And don't you rail on my man Sir Douchealot; he's being more chivalrous than my King Barfthur.
And for that Kickstarter campaign, donate $10 and you get high-five from Sir Douchealot after wiping yours truly's mouth. Donate $50 and you get to kiss the Lady herself after hurling. $For $100, 1st base with the Lady after the heave.
Still better than a Biscuit high five!
EV Heave should be next site.
I think I'm in love.
You think they cleaned it up afterward?
Yeah, cos no one ever puked on the street in the 'old days'....
Why anon. 3:03 PM, good to know you're defending your lady's honor. And they say chivalry is dead
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