Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Beer Stealer
I love when the drunkest dudes at the party, the ones that try to steal your beer or yell PARRRTYYYY and create a dancefloor, simply can't understand why everyone isn't in full party mode like he is. Then, approximately 20 minutes later, he is guaranteed to be passed out somewhere. His 120 lb hipster body becomes dead weight, and he isn't moving unless you want your floor covered in vomit. Then I take pictures of them. I tried to pose him but he woke up- and tried to swipe my beer. Yes.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Fans of David Blaine
Dude, if I was camping out to watch David Blaine in a suspended gyroscope for 3 days, I'd definitely surrender fashion for function and NOT wear jeans which expose my entire thigh. But you know what, the spotlights just MIGHT catch a glimmer of that alabaster skin, and David, suspended high above Times Square may see that flesh, and feel purpose in his antics. Thank you torn jeans girl, for showing us the way.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Purse Rack
I remember in like, the 90s, dudes in the hardcore scene would always try to get their chicks to "hold my Groundwork/Earth Crisis/Brother's Keeper hoodie while I go in THE PIT". To which I'd ALWAYS reply "Dude, I'm not a coat rack" And although this is a shitty pic, this reminded me of that, as Purse Rack happily held his girlfriends handbag while she danced like a slut on a go-go box. Awww!!
Monday, November 20, 2006
The Teacher Doubled
So initially, I was sent this photo of this cheesy fro dude on the subway by guest jerk hunter, Jesse. Haha I says. Then I went out Friday night to one of those places where they have a stage on the dancefloor, you know so all the cheesiest people can get up there and sing along to everyone else? So there was SubwayFro's Twinsy, who I nicknamed The Teacher. For EVERY song, he "mouthed along", and I say mouth instead of sang along, because dudeman didn't know ANY words, he just kind of looked like a vantriliquist doll. Anyway, he'd be all mouthy and point his finger to his temple, like "THINK ABOUT THIS, PEOPLE"..and I thought about it. I thought long and hard about what The Teacher may be trying to convey to me.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Bad Art
Today's special Sunday edition of Laughing at Jerks highlights a rising contemporary artist, fresh on the New York Scene. Note the rich application of paint and Impressionist style in the whimsical piece with two tomatoes soulfully playing saxophones in a lush meadow. Feel the artist's escapist notions as three hot air balloons, adorned with music notes, carry away three sets of men boxing... and then the Piece de resistance, the tomato and beatnik sax jam..what does this say about our society today? What does it say about produce? Is there a place for beatniks and tomatoes alike in this harsh cruel world?
Friday, November 17, 2006
So Coy
I hate when you're on the subway and you're next to someone who looks at themselves in the reflection of the subway doors the whole time, and makes faces and stuff. And its worse when you're across from someone who just discovered a) their camera phone or b) their face and they pose and pose and take pics of themselves over and over while you watch helplessly. What will be next? Coy? Surprised? Sexxxy? Kill me. I had to watch this guy do just that from like 34th Street all the way to Queens.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Slipping Away
Dude was passed out in the middle of a raging party. After a trip to the beer fridge, we couldn't find him. It seems he slipped ever so slowly down the hostess's sateen comforter and nestled nicely in a corner, with his head lodged between the bed and a rack of records. He stayed like this for at least 30 minutes. I only stopped taking pictures because my motor skills were getting shotty.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
American?
These pics were sent to me by Craig. I'm assuming they are most likely of his best friend. The photo collection was quite extensive, a step by step of this dude stumbling in the streets of Osaka, like a typical American tourist. And of course wearing shorts. Craig also included a close up of this dude's wang, thanks for that Craig. It quickly replaced my "Every time you lie, God kills a kitten" wallpaper.