This is one of my favorite New York stories.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
There are rules. "
"Slightly offensive t-shirt rules include:
No nude images
No racial slurs
No words banned from prime time television"
So lot's of dead baby jokes then.
This is one of my favorite New York stories.
Something like this happened when a random stranger brought his dog to the park...stupid stuff ensued and the moron kicked my dog. He. Kicked. MY. Dog. In the head.
The fellow was about 6'1', maybe 6'3". I was so far up his nose, SO fast, I don't recall my feet hitting the ground between where I'd been standing about 20 feet away and where he stood.
Somebody ran over and pulled me off of him and as my hysterical deafness dissipated, I heard the most amazing chorus of soccer moms swearing and dog people shouting. They literally booed him out of the park.
The person holding me got my attention by suggesting that I check on the bboy...who was just fine. Actually he was upset that I was upset and that was about it.
No one has ever seen that guy again. A couple people suggested I keep bail money handy.
If I did not desperately need to continue receiving paychecks, I would quit my job right now. That is the kind of day I am having. I would walk right off.
Can you walk right off and still go back tomorrow? (Emergency at your apartment, maybe?)
I am going to try to get away with the G-Spot one but have pointed coworker at t-shirt hell and Palmer Cash. I'm going to be terribly jealous if he picks either of these [link] for it's relevance to the industry and [link] cause it slays me.
Actual thing I yelled across a room of 115+ middle school kids: "Stop touching her."
Sigh. I would like today to be all done.
Can you walk right off and still go back tomorrow? (Emergency at your apartment, maybe?)
I am trying to breathe deeply. I have a clusterfuck on both coasts right now, and it's kind of my fault, only "my fault" in the way where "I've never done this before and nobody wanted to show me how, so I followed the piss-poor directions and I'm trying not to punch you all in the neck for e-mailing me every five seconds about how I'm doing in wrong."
And then there's fandom.
It's a special day of specialness.
If I did not desperately need to continue receiving paychecks, I would quit my job right now. That is the kind of day I am having. I would walk right off.
t Stuffs Frank Iero in FedEx
Look, if you're going to go out, go out in a blaze of glory. Just open the box and follow the wee man's lead...