Sunday, February 15, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

Pope John Paul II and J.R. Wynne



November 11, 1993:

While addressing an audience, Pope John Paul II loses his balance and falls to the ground. Fractures his right shoulder.


April 28, 1994:

Pope John Paul II slips and falls in his bathroom. He lands so hard and so uncouthly that he breaks his thighbone.



April 29, 1994:

Wynne comments, "I thought the Pope was infallible."


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Monday, December 29, 2008

Ghetto vs Preppy

G Train







Blond Tourist Bimbo: I’ve never even heard of the G Train.
Blond Local Bimbo: Yeah, it’s a ghetto train.
Blond Tourist Bimbo: Where does it go?
Blond Local Bimbo: Nowhere.
Black eight-year-old boy: 'xcep my home, bitch!

-G Train/ Hoyt-Schermerhorn station

(overheardinnewyork.com)


Preppy has the upperhand

A thugged out girl tests all of her ring tones as loud as possible for a solid minute.

Preppy girl: Are you serious with that? Can you do everyone a favor and stop?
Thug girl: I know you're not talking to me. You messed with the wrong girl.
Preppy girl: I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Your screaming phone made me deaf.
Thug girl: I'll fuck her up. But then she'll call the cops; her people love the cops. Go back to where you came from!
Preppy girl: I'm trying to. That's why I'm on the train, you stupid bitch. Look, you got a new cell phone and that's great, but figure it out at home.
Thug girl: I'll fuck you up. You're fucking with the wrong girl. Don't be fooled by the pretty face.
Preppy girl: Pretty face? Where?

(overheardinnewyork.com)

Sunday, December 28, 2008

awesome outlaws

Bandit Queen of India

Wounded Phoolan Devi, taunting the police in a gunfight:

"Himmat na tho chudiya le jao! Goliyan na tho goliyan le jao!"

If you don't have guts, 
take my bangles!
If you don't have goliyan (balls), 
take my goliyan (bullets)!










  Jungle Cat


When asked, what she saw in him, the bride of this brutal Robin Hood, replied:

"His  moustache and his notoriety."

This Be the Verse


They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin