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I found this amusing message on the R line’s Lawrence Street platform…

I always see what appear to be high school aged kids getting out there in the morning, and so I assume that one of them wrong this.

The first three words by themselves wouldn’t make me crack up, but the use of the word “hole” at the end there did the trick for me.

Cause, you know…after 3AM on a Saturday night women at bars are looking for anyone to go home with, and as such go up to all of the men left in the bars and say, “I want you to f*ck my pu$$y hole” - and on occasion you’ll get, “I want you to f*ck my pu$$y sponge…”.

Happens allllllllllll the time, not.

It appears as though the Wu-Tang Clan were doing lots more than just making hit records 15 plus years ago - they apparently were also avid traveling travelers!

I recently found this new looking sticker with references to the Wu and the 36 Chambers on a green mail box!!!

Stickers with tags and tags involving the Wu symbol were a common thing in NYC during the mid-90s.  Some people might say that someone drew up a throwback, but I think that I know better…the Wu were making sure that they would not be forgotten, that record sales would never drop, and that Wu-Wear would be around forever - one sticker at a time.

Any tips as to wear their time machine are…HOLLA!!!

One of my favorite things about NYC is that it is pot-marked by gorgeous red brick buildings from the 19th Century.

I’m not sure what that type of red brick is called, but it is just enchanting.

There is a serial tagger in NYC who goes by the name of Papa, and he appears to be struggling to come to grips with life and sexuality.

I found three different tags regarding Papa.

First, PaPa Loves Baby…

Then PaPa Loved Baby…

And then PaPa, because of an apparent breakup with “Baby”, finally came out of the closet and decided to tell the world about it…

I sure hope that PaPa is happy and at peace with himself finally.

If there’s only one thing that I know about life, it is that most people in Tribeca HATE the fact that their dog poops and they don’t dare touch their dog’s poop with a ten foot pole.

Well, as it turns out, either someone from the neighborhood, or an outsider, decided to poke fun at all of the dog poop…this block (Collister) was LOADED with loads from dogs - sidewalk and street alike.

The blue face on the left sure does look like the face of a dog to me, while the words and smiles speak for themselves. 

I kind of appreciate the fact that someone decided to make the neighborhood more visibly ugly by way of graffiti in the face of all of the dog poop that makes the neighborhood look really ugly.

Yay Tribeca!