Unless you heard this somewhere else, such as inside a stall in the women’s restroom of Penn Station.
This is probably the most informative piece of bathroom stall graffiti I’ve ever encountered. And possibly the only piece of bathroom stall graffiti I’ve seen that makes no mention of cock.
There was also graffiti on the stall door that said organized crime’s influence had infiltrated New Jersey Transit and the Long Island Rail Road, too! I didn’t know how to take any of this news…so I posted it here.
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Tagged joe pesci, lirr, new jersey transit, New York, organized crime, penn station, public restrooms, the mob!
I’m eating a terribly bruised banana. It’s way too easy to abuse bananas. I swear. You leave them alone for five minutes and they’re barely edible. Just like children.
It’s a beautiful, mild day in New York City, but I’ve spend the majority of it in this dang’ed cubicle. And wouldn’t you know it, during my 15 minute break, I go outside to catch the last of the day’s sunlight, and a guy soliciting my nonexistent money for a perfectly deserving organization sits down beside me. Don’t you know, “Matthias” from “Greenpeace”, that I just gave a dollar to that drug addict on the subway the other night? And he said, “Wow, a real American dollar bill! I haven’t seen one of these in ages!” And you expect me to also help do something to protect the environment and promote peace? … I guess that’s reasonable enough.
I went grocery shopping for the first time in weeks the other day and I saw this baffling thing on the shelf:
Who at Pepperidge Farm decided the word “pumpernickel” needed to be shortened to “pump”? And who backed that idea up enough for it to end up on that poor loaf of bread? It’s nothing short of tragic, especially in light of the word’s fascinating and bizarre origins I just found on Dictionary.com: Pumpernickel orig., an opprobrious name for anyone considered disagreeable, equiv. to pumper(n) to break wind + Nickel hypocoristic from of Nikolaus Nicholas (cf. nickel); presumably applied to the bread from its effect on the digestive system .
There’s something pornographic about that phrase, “Dark Pump,” right? I know it’s not just me.
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Tagged bananas, child abuse, greenpeace, porn, pumpernickel bread