I mean…I can’t even.
BEER MONSTER RIGHT BEHIND ME!
I’m back, bitches.
So, here’s the thing. There are ZILLIONS of these little walk-in psychic places in NYC, and I have to say that I have so many questions around the economics of it.
I mean, renting commercial space in Manhattan costs slightly more than hiring a team of laborers to carry you around in a giant throne like Xerxes in 300. It ain’t cheap, kids. And, you never…I mean NEVER see anyone go in or out of these places. There’s no one in the window half the time. They advertise readings for $10 or so, and given that it looks like they average $10 a day.
How do these places stay open? And how are there so many of them?
Personally, I have a theory. Either these things are a front for organized crime, or the average person’s life line goes all the way down, if you catch my drift.
The APP is coming soon. And fuck it, so is a shirt. We had to do it!!!
OH MY GOD….YES YES YES!!! HUSTLA THE RABBIT!!!
The only way that this would be funnier is if it linked to the Wikipedia page of Tony Danza.
This is sheer genius.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….I can’t even.
Undeserving champion and flouncy mulleted little fuckface Hiroshi Tanahashi loses to a REAL fucking wrestler in Yuji Nagata. For one day, all is right with the world. BLUE JUSTICE~!
This is how I feel about my impending move.