Hipster Living Social deal:
Equal opportunity in my love and hate. That said the hipster epidemic has reached critical mass for me. Note a living social deal I received today from my old family neighborhood in Brooklyn. An Easter Egg Hunt Pub crawl?
Can you believe that 1164 people paid $30 (which is 50% off!) for permission to walk around a NYC neighborhood tomorrow looking for Easter Eggs like a 5 year old would and have a few drinks included at smug bars along the way? The 1164 people doesnt include the hundreds who bought in at $60 for this only in NYC experience. So basically, tomorrow in the E. Village youll see a couple thousand artists, musicians, creative assistants, and a bunch of other funemployed, parentally subsidized transplanted pussies stumbling around drunk while solving riddles, answering trivia questions, and deciphering picture challenges to clues as to where the eggs and Easter bunny are hidden while simultaneously staring at non-participating normal NYers with a smug and pretentious look; saying in their heads like yah, get with the program and be kewl like us, yah, yah. Think about it how many places in the E. Village can you hide 1000 eggs without one touching piss, blood or vomit?
I can see it now Hayden and Megan are looking for eggs along gritty Avenue A when they are stopped by Noah the bearded 6 year NYC veteran who magically pays for his $2800 studio by doing performance art in the park. He says: OK guys, answer these two questions correctly and you get this mystery golden egg. 1. Shes green, stands in the harbor holding a torch who is she? 2. Directly over the WIlliamsburg Bridge is what real Brooklyn nabe that is home to some of the most creative types in the world? Correct! You win two medium fairtrades from Stumptown coffee roasted in Brooklyn of course!
Are you keeping in mind that everybody involved in this extravaganza is an adult. Yeah, hard to believe, I know. Finally, when the days festivities are over everybody is invited to a secret party. What has happened to this great city? Why have so many 20 40 year old began acting like 10 18 year olds? Why are these hipsters allowed to roam our streets and subways pulling these LOOK AT ME acts such as public pillow fights and condiment wars. Having art parties, dinner parties and riding in their underwear on our trains? Not that I approve of smoking on a train platform but, if you do, you get a fine no question about it. Even if its outdoors and you are all the way at the end not bothering anybody. However, if 50 flyover state, talentless, obnoxious hipster fucks decide to jam into one subway car in their underwear and other costumes while drunk, screaming and climbing poles, theyve done nothing wrong? FUCKING SCUM! GO BACK TO OSH KOSH AND TEACH YOUR OLD NABE CULTURE AND ART YOU IRRITATING CUNTRAGS!
There, its over.
Back to the beautiful things in life.
Equal opportunity in my love and hate. That said the hipster epidemic has reached critical mass for me. Note a living social deal I received today from my old family neighborhood in Brooklyn. An Easter Egg Hunt Pub crawl?
Can you believe that 1164 people paid $30 (which is 50% off!) for permission to walk around a NYC neighborhood tomorrow looking for Easter Eggs like a 5 year old would and have a few drinks included at smug bars along the way? The 1164 people doesnt include the hundreds who bought in at $60 for this only in NYC experience. So basically, tomorrow in the E. Village youll see a couple thousand artists, musicians, creative assistants, and a bunch of other funemployed, parentally subsidized transplanted pussies stumbling around drunk while solving riddles, answering trivia questions, and deciphering picture challenges to clues as to where the eggs and Easter bunny are hidden while simultaneously staring at non-participating normal NYers with a smug and pretentious look; saying in their heads like yah, get with the program and be kewl like us, yah, yah. Think about it how many places in the E. Village can you hide 1000 eggs without one touching piss, blood or vomit?
I can see it now Hayden and Megan are looking for eggs along gritty Avenue A when they are stopped by Noah the bearded 6 year NYC veteran who magically pays for his $2800 studio by doing performance art in the park. He says: OK guys, answer these two questions correctly and you get this mystery golden egg. 1. Shes green, stands in the harbor holding a torch who is she? 2. Directly over the WIlliamsburg Bridge is what real Brooklyn nabe that is home to some of the most creative types in the world? Correct! You win two medium fairtrades from Stumptown coffee roasted in Brooklyn of course!
Are you keeping in mind that everybody involved in this extravaganza is an adult. Yeah, hard to believe, I know. Finally, when the days festivities are over everybody is invited to a secret party. What has happened to this great city? Why have so many 20 40 year old began acting like 10 18 year olds? Why are these hipsters allowed to roam our streets and subways pulling these LOOK AT ME acts such as public pillow fights and condiment wars. Having art parties, dinner parties and riding in their underwear on our trains? Not that I approve of smoking on a train platform but, if you do, you get a fine no question about it. Even if its outdoors and you are all the way at the end not bothering anybody. However, if 50 flyover state, talentless, obnoxious hipster fucks decide to jam into one subway car in their underwear and other costumes while drunk, screaming and climbing poles, theyve done nothing wrong? FUCKING SCUM! GO BACK TO OSH KOSH AND TEACH YOUR OLD NABE CULTURE AND ART YOU IRRITATING CUNTRAGS!
There, its over.
Back to the beautiful things in life.
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milou:
hello thank s fot the add 
krito:
jajajjaja si doy d emi magia, seguro me ponga fea ... jajajjaja