Archive for 2005

Every Minute of Every Day, I Love New York

Ghetto girl #1: …so I was talkin’ to that guy and his accent was so fuckin’ hot–guys from there have accents for whatever–and I’m like, “Yo, why you got an accent? You only live like 20 miles away.” I was like, “Nigga, what the fuck is up with havin’ an accent and bein’ from Louisiana?” He then be lookin’ at me like I swallowed my own piss.
Ghetto girl #2: You so stupid. His accent be the thing that make you want him. You so stupid. Know why? I don’t think he even had an accent; you probably thought he was from Jamaica or something. Just because he black. You a bad liar too. People from Louisiana can’t have accents. That’s for people from different parts of the world, like the Canadians in Europe. Canada’s such a fuckin’ weird country, but they got hot accents. If you from Louisiana, you sound just like you do if you from New York, and if you from New Jersey. If you from Canada, you sound mad different, because it’s on the other side.
Ghetto girl #1: Well nah, I knew Canada was overseas…but they ain’t got accents. I’m tellin’ ya though, this fuckin’ Louisiana guy has a fuckin’ accent…and it’s not even as far as Canada…Louisiana is a drive away; it’s fuckin’ nuts. I just wish I could make out with him so that I could feel his fuckin’ Louisiana lips, but then I guess I be wrong, he can’t be from Louisiana. So I guess I’ma dream of kissin’ him when we be in Canada. It’s across the world and great.
Bystander guy: The sad thing about this is that you two will probably become teachers. –Queens Plaza station

Come Back, Maple Syrup!

Girl: The smell was so bad, it’s like it wasn’t even a smell! –92nd Street Y Overheard by: Tony Daussat Woman: It might smell in here, and if it smells we are leaving. –7th & A Overheard by: Danielle Girl #1: Ew! It smells like period!
Girl #2: That’s so gross! Stop saying that! –Bowery & 3rd Bicyclist guy #1: Oh god, yo dude let’s get the fuck out of here. It stanks, New York City smells.
Bicyclist guy #2: Yo man, I told you America stinks. You should move to Jamaica. –58th & 8th

No Soup for Our Editor (A NYC Short Story)

Fat woman #1: Why do people keep asking me [about the long line]? Do I have one of those approachable faces? Fat woman #1: The guy thing is, she has no problem attracting. And anyone willing to put out will never get love. Doesn’t matter if you’re a size 2 or a size 20. Fat woman #1: I am a soup lover! Fat woman #1: Look at the makeup on this lady with the green hat coming up! She takes the crosstown bus sometimes. Spectacular. Spectacular. Can you imagine if Joe saw that? He’d come over and ask her out.
Fat woman #2: That’s everyday?
Fat woman #1: That’s not special, not Halloween. I love it when she wears her army fatigues. She wears the jacket, the pants… Fat woman #2: What are you in the mood for? Something chicken noodley or something exotic?
Fat woman #1: I might get two! Fat woman #1: So Yen Ling. I asked her, “What do you want to be called? Yen or Yen Ling?” She says, “Yen Ling”, I say, “Fine.” So I’m going around introducing her and she’s saying “Yen”, “Yen”, “Yen.” It’s just like, if you want to be called Yen Ling, why are you saying “Yen”?
Fat woman #2: What’s her last name?
Fat woman #1: Yu.
Fat woman #2: Yu?
Fat woman #1: It’s one of those.
Fat woman #2: Sounds like a comedy routine. “Who?” “Yu!”
Fat woman #1: “Who, you?” Note: The Nazi was sold out of crab bisque, and all of the meaty soups except for mulligatawny. –42nd & 5th