You know when you've like, just spent a whole day shopping all around the city and you're just totally wiped? I mean, you feel like you're gonna fall backwards on the pavement and die?

Well that's pretty much what it's like to be hopped up on junk.

The Japanese have a whole different fashion sense, one that you or I will never understand. Sorry. You may think that you know, but you do not. Don't even try to comprehend it.

You know, maybe it all pulls together with that red furry hat?

Fuck! We'll never get it.

Oh Christ Almighty, I can't take any more of this! Some girls are just too damn cute, and when they come in triplets I want to just go jump off a bridge.

These ones came to our table, flirted and left and were never heard from again. "Sigh"... Cruel life.

Bob and I stumbled across this girl magnet outside of a cheesy bridge & tunnel night club.

You see, how it works is you're cruisin' along and the girls read all of the kooky phrases, then they ask what the fuck it means, then they figure out how desperate the guys inside are for attention and they get inside and get impregnated!

Well, that's how it's supposed to work.

This crazy bag lady came over and asked a table of uptown sorority girls for some spare change. The girls did everything they could to ignore her so she'd go away, and Skater Bob saw this as a perfect oppotunity to get them all to pose for a picture as a souvenir to remember this beautiful moment by.

Afterwards the crazy lady told the girls that the picture would probably be posted on a porn site with all their heads put on naked bodies. What a beautiful moment it was indeed.

This is Peepers. Peepers LOVES staring at young girls cleavage (breast & butt), and he has no problem with pullin' up a location within a few feet from a bunch of them and peep-peep-peepin' his creepy little eyes into dreamland!

Peepers has even been know to pull right up behind a sitting girl, lay down on his side facing her, resting his head on his hand and simply making his own little free peep show out of her butt-cleavage.

He's a true Union Square original.

This guy came and stood right in front of me with his ass in my face like that, so I took a picture of the chewing gum stuck all over his pants.

And don't try and tell me that the guy doesn't know he's covered in gum. He fucking knows, and should've just called it a day, gone home and thrown those putrid gum tainted high-waters in a biohazard dumpster. But noooo! He's gotta come and stand in front of me.

Don't go tellin' me that they don't know how to rock-out-with-the-cock-out in China Town.

I swear, sometimes it's like there's some guy in charge of the "extras" here in the city sayin' shit like: "Okay, China Town, I need a Chinese wino in leather pants for this empty doorway. Oh! He's perfect!"

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