This guy had $20 bills in his tip bucket. He was a killer piano player, for sure. But I think a lot of that money was in recognition of the sheer badassery involved in getting a piano onto the Union Square N/R/Q platform.
“Don’t send your kinfolk to give me no talkin”
Another day, another thing I like turd-ified at the hands of Fergie.
Got a harsh lesson in limiting reactants at lunch when I used up all my pizza Goldfish before I finished my PB&J.
How can we sit idly by while the President harvests our boogers to build some kind of socialist abortion machine?
Going with the cool math teacher look today.
“Your homework due Monday is … to have a great weekend!”
When me and the missus are introduced, our guests just might get a shotgun blast of John Parr right in the gut.