Girl on cell: So I woke up with a slice of pizza on my stomach again last night.
--Union Square
Overheard by: Frank B
Man: You know my theory: ground beef makes anything taste better.
--6 train
Overheard by: Sol
Old woman: Give me a donut. But not a very sweet one. I'm diabetic.
--Clarkson Ave, Brooklyn
Overheard by: astronugget
Fat woman on cell: "Butter Lovers" or "X-treme Butter" with an X?
--Duane Reade, 34th & 8th
Overheard by: Rita
Teenage boy: I had frosted Cheerios for breakfast. That's some heavy shit.
--86th & 2nd
Overheard by: Madison Parks
Woman, yelling into her cell in a thick Puerto Rican/New York accent: I had to call you. Guess what I'm thinking about right now? Guess! You know the little peanut man on the jar of peanuts? Him! The little peanut man.
--crosstown bus, 72nd & Lex
Queer: Here's what I want you to do. First, I want you to spread chocolate on my chest. Then, I want you to spread some nougat, then some caramel and roasted peanuts. Then I want you to fuck me and call me Snickers.
--Fire Island