How about this guy! Playing for the Warriors but also having spent time on the Cavs this season, he will receive a championship ring no matter what right? I'm sure this has happened before with all the trades in the NBA today but what a deal for Anderson. Nice little gift before he heads home to Brazil/Zika.
I chose to live in the upper east side at the end of my last lease to finally get away from all of the vagrants, bums and noise of the lower east side once and for all (cue the old negative asshole jokes). But I did it. Live on a charming street with trees, tons of families, dogs and really not a lot of noise even from the traffic seemingly constant in New York City. Yet, with all these idilic charming facets of my life there has become one massive horrible stain ruining the upper east side living experience: Homeless Yelling/Spitting/Coughing lady.
If you live up here you have for sure had an encounter or at least heard one of her ear-drum shattering shrieks from over 5 blocks away. And, lucky for me it appears that her preferred grazing/spitting area is my street. Look, all joking aside this women is mentally ill clearly. But at the same time, I don't enjoy walking outside of my door wondering if I'm going to get a quick and unasked spit shine from a women carrying Hepatitis A, B, C, and G (bet you've never even heard of that one). And the fucking SCREAMS. No exaggeration, her range his unparalleled and borderline impressive. If she was just some crazy old lady met fan (of which this city also has countless) she could be a real presence at games. But instead she uses this super power to terrorize nanny's pushing strollers and seemingly anyone stupid enough to make eye contact with. She's a god damn villain terrorizing the streets of the upper east side, but I assume every neighborhood has at least one.
PS. This chick also wears a winter hat everyday of the year. And Fuck you De Blasio. The homeless situation is outta control in New York City and if you think otherwise just look around you on these hot summer days and enjoy the smell of human urine infiltrating your nostrils & brain.
Double PS: Ny Press did a story about this broad a wild ago I guess. Check it out below for some picks of this psycho.
As a connoisseur of all things hip-hop there was some shocking news to hit the streets this morning. Today on the Ebro in the morning show over on Hot 97, Steve Stoute an old school hip-hop & ad executive let us know that the all-mighty King Push actually was the ghost writer for the "I'm Loving It" jingle that McDonalds still uses and that Justin Timberlake made famous originally.
As a hip-hop guy, I want to say I'm surprised, but I'm not. This is King fkin Push. CEO of Good Music AKA KANYE'S BOSS ever heard of him? Just dropped a major hit with Jay-Z (Drug Dealers Anonymous) NBD. This guy has been in the rap game since 1992 with Clipse (if you haven't heard Virginia, stop what you are doing) and one of the best lyricist around. Of course he wrote the McDonalds jingle.
PS--Found the original below--Clearly can tell its King Push and may I say dropping some fire bars on this track as always.
Ah Summer. Love is in the air, bridesmaids are horny and dreaming of their own magical day and I'm going to be in a god damn poor house before its all said and done because weddings are draining my bank account like some sort of social gather vampire. I'm 27 and this is the first summer of my life I have a lot of weddings. Bachelor parties too they fall in the same boat. And let me tell you something, I'm going to have to start picking which weddings i'm doing at this point. Can't just have a carte blanche of weddings I guess like I did with Bar Mitzvahs back in the day. But holy shit, simply cannot afford to do it when I'd say every destination wedding I"m attending with bachelor party is coming out at somewhere between 2-3k a pop. And guess what: its selfish! Its short-sighted! Its a great way to get shitty gifts cause no one has any money left from traveling to your god damn wedding!
And this is just a general rule of thumb. No one gives a fuck where you get married. In fact, no one gives a fuck you are getting married really. Your friends have already said goodbye to single-you, he's dead and gone. Parents, eh maybe they are happy you found someone but generally just another notch on the belt. People are simply there for the open bar, steak and better then average chance of getting laid. Don't care about the cards, cake, dress, clothes its all for the bride and her family I think.
And man to man, just because you are killing yourself doesn't mean we all have to die/be poor so just keep your personnel problems to yourself. Leave independent me alone .