I traded some marital favors for a free pass to go to the corner bar and watch the Pats / Jets game on Sunday. I ordered a beer, watched the screen and then just sat there. I honestly tried to give a shit, but I just couldn’t. After a few minutes I couldn’t even tell which team had the ball any more and I was just looking up random stuff on my blackberry. The only way I could tell what was happening was by who was cheering. I have tried lots of times and I still just don’t give a flying fuck about football.
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Rob – you wouldn’t have a very nice experience in a truly rough neighborhood if you didn’t own your pitbull.
eh,.. yeah i dont think “nice experience” when i think of shitty neighborhoods. i think nihilistic satisfaction.. actually when i lived in harlem i was more uncomfortable BECAUSE i owned a pitbull. i could always tell the looks in peoples eyes saying in their back of their head, POSER!
or OoOOoOOO i bet he has that dog for protection!!! also so many people would seriously dart across the street when i was walking him, which made me uncomfortable. i sorta like that no one darts across the street away from my dog in park slope.
ugh barf. remember the pitbull who was tied to the williamsburg bridge to be left to die in the snowstorm by some asshole? well luckily they found a new owner and the new owners named her penelope :-/ what an awful awful name. that dog is gonna have major issues.
“Then they’d be the only “real men” there.”
says the guy who has been to williamsburg once
Speaking of sports bars:
I traded some marital favors for a free pass to go to the corner bar and watch the Pats / Jets game on Sunday. I ordered a beer, watched the screen and then just sat there. I honestly tried to give a shit, but I just couldn’t. After a few minutes I couldn’t even tell which team had the ball any more and I was just looking up random stuff on my blackberry. The only way I could tell what was happening was by who was cheering. I have tried lots of times and I still just don’t give a flying fuck about football.
Rob, this one is for you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnR98JjRrII
By dirty_hipster on January 18, 2011 2:24 PM
that’s why i roll in williamsburg. the gangs here fight with machetes, like real men.
Then they’d be the only “real men” there.
quote:
Rob – you wouldn’t have a very nice experience in a truly rough neighborhood if you didn’t own your pitbull.
eh,.. yeah i dont think “nice experience” when i think of shitty neighborhoods. i think nihilistic satisfaction.. actually when i lived in harlem i was more uncomfortable BECAUSE i owned a pitbull. i could always tell the looks in peoples eyes saying in their back of their head, POSER!
or OoOOoOOO i bet he has that dog for protection!!! also so many people would seriously dart across the street when i was walking him, which made me uncomfortable. i sorta like that no one darts across the street away from my dog in park slope.
*rob*
“there’s a difference of engaging someone in a fist fight vs someone whipping out some serious fire arm”
gun violence is bad news. very easy for innocent bystandards to be caught in the cross fire (why do criminals have such bad aim)
that’s why i roll in williamsburg. the gangs here fight with machetes, like real men.
“I remember hanging out at the exit of one big 60″ pipe at the foot of 125th Street and seeing a dead cow come out of it. ”
Holy heavy flushes, Batman!!
there’s a difference of engaging someone in a fist fight vs someone whipping out some serious fire arm
ugh barf. remember the pitbull who was tied to the williamsburg bridge to be left to die in the snowstorm by some asshole? well luckily they found a new owner and the new owners named her penelope :-/ what an awful awful name. that dog is gonna have major issues.
*rob*