There is no question about it, the gentrification is well underway in Bushwick. A place billing itself as a “cafe/wine bar” just opened up a stone’s throw from my front door. It features overpriced food on a menu full of the tell-tale signs of pretention: ten-dollar cooking adjectives (“shaved”, “braised”,

This marks the THIRD time I’ve mentioned the Blue Owl because, well, this is also about as classy as you can get without feeling like a two-bit hack; a lowly fraud; a slimy chameleon; a really fucked-up, wart-backed, two faced (1 face toad, the other a mustachioed weasel wearing sun

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Hump Day sounds disgusting, always has.  “Bumping uglies” sounds gross too.  I know people who hate the word “groin”.  “Crotch” is crisp and tight to me, but friends find it equally unappetizing.  One of Stuart’s friends has a website called The Fart Party.  That leaves a very unpleasant taste in