Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

"'ey yo, chico. Dance wit us, mang!"

I can't stop laughing at this.

I'm being kept awake right now by these two Puerto Ricans fighting outside over money. For years I didn't think Scott Hall's Razor Ramon was authentically spic, but now I've discovered that he was dead on.

And apparently it is now socially acceptable for Latinos to call each other "nigga."

I am quite disappointed that neither of these muchachos has snap-stepped or broken into song. I moved to Hell's Kitchen specifically for moments like this, and now I want my money back.

Uh-oh. I just heard glass break. That's what you get for owning a Yukon in New York City, fat bald drunk adulterous white guy.

I can't sleep, and I love it.

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