
The caption reads “It’s vodka. From New Zealand.” Remind me never to order a martini with a Kiwi.

The caption reads “It’s vodka. From New Zealand.” Remind me never to order a martini with a Kiwi.


What’s wyth all the Y’s in condom packagyng?

I’m the last person you will ever hear slandering anyone with a mental disability, but I’m more than a little bit worried that there is an actual company called Cerebral Palsy Transport Inc.

You know, sometimes a person, no matter how good intentioned, has to consider the context of their flair.

By no means am I some sort of fashionista, but really? Socks and sandals are bad enough, but Nike Socks and Adidas sandals?? I just hope nothing bad happened to this dude after I got on the train.

Despite appearances, this was not a homeless woman. It was a young, Brooklyn hipster. There were people standing up because the train was packed. Never accuse New Yorkers of not having big hearts.

If a commuter cleans a restroom that is out of order, is it ever really clean?

At first I thought this was a Prada hat. It wasn’t. Then I wondered, “Will this fit me?” It did not.

The best part about this sign is that there’s a $5,000 fine if you eat these crabs. As if getting cancer and damaging my unborn child’s brain wasn’t enough. Gotta love Jersey!

Murray: I get ridiculed all the time.
Bret: Really?
Murray: Yeah.
[in a deep voice]
Murray: Hey, ginger balls.
[in his own voice]
Murray: You know?
Jemaine: That was Bret. He called you that.

New section. A collection of random images of things that I see out in the every day world. Here we have some sort of downward dog pose combined with some well-placed typography. I bet he can see the type through there.