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It’s the soft piano music in the background while he describes ‘they eat the poopoo! And how fisting is “so painful they have to take drugs, but they enjoy it.”
via YouTube – Homosexuality in Uganda Africa.
Love the part where they are all passing the laptop around watching the scat porn, it’s like “2Girls1cup” all over again!
I guess they wouldn’t to go see “The Human Caterpillar” either
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It sounds like the good old swinger’s party is back in new york, with a twist. Check out yet another installment of the Submit Party for trans, lesbians and genderqueers, following up this past weekend underpants party SPAM – which welcomed all comers – just as long as you’re not a hetero.
Parties are at a secret smokefree location and you need to get on the list or talk to the organizers on the phone-o to get the deets.
The florescent lit conference room, the joyless line dancing, the sad, heavy set woman and dejecting looking little girl sitting on the edge of the carpeted stage. And just look at that big piece of floral mall art to the right!
What DJ goes from Miami Sound Machine (a personal favorite!) to Phil Collins? Then the wonderfully bored-hate-my-life style of singer completes the scene with his ‘bongo’ playing!
“The world of heterosexual is a sick and boring life…”
hilarious! I wonder why the woman reporter is so close to the thing to begin with. And the cute boy at the end makes the whole thing worth watching!
Summer is almost here again, and with it comes the urgent fucking need to commune in outdoor spaces and enjoy the warm weather with a pint or five of your favorite cold brew and a few friends. But open air boozing spots aren’t easy to find, so here’s a little help. Seven of the best — and cheapest — joints for drinking outside in NYC:
Turkey’s Nest Tavern (94 Bedford Ave. in Williamsburg) doesn’t have its own outdoor seating per se, but get a to-go “Big Bud” in a 32-ounce Styrofoam cup (only $3.75!) and all of McCarren Park across the street becomes your personal beer garden. That’s right, you can actually walk out the door with a drink in your hand and go watch all the half-naked hipsters tanning — just don’t ask the bartenders how they get away with it.
Rudy’s Bar & Grill (627 9th Ave. in Hell’s Kitchen) has an ornamental pig statue out front and a spacious patio in the back, with a crowd ranging from abusive old drunks to young Hell’s Kitchen hotties. Inside, you’ll find a nice selection of dirt-cheap pitchers, free hot dogs and a jukebox full of classic-rock jams. That wasted fucker in the corner flashing you the finger? Just fucking ignore him, he’s harmless.
For some international flavor, try International Bar (120 1/2 1st Ave. in the East Village). With $4 well drinks and generous pours, you might not even make it to the cozy back porch to enjoy your drinks. No matter, the neighborhood regulars from all corners of the world have enough stories to keep you entertained at the bar all night — pull up a stool up and prepare to make some new friends.
Can’t afford a European vacation? The Bohemian Hall Beer Garden (29-19 24th Ave. in Astoria, Queens) is the next best thing. It’s a perfect mix between a dingy dive bar and a eastern European-style beer hall, with a massive garden out back offering long, communal-style picnic tables with seating for 800. The oldest beer garden in NYC — it opened in 1919 — also serves up lots of Schnitzel, ‘wurst and a bunch of thick beers with names you probably can’t pronounce.
The Delancey Lounge (168 Delancey St. on the Lower East Side) ain’t exactly a dive, but with a decor that rivals many overpriced hotel lounges, it’s a relative steal. The upstairs roof deck is like a tropical oasis hidden in the middle of an urban jungle and offers dazzling views of the Williamsburg Bridge and downtown Manhattan.
The owner of Gowanus Yaucht Club (323 Smith St. in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn) once described it as “garage-sale chic meets Gilligan’s Island,” and he was pretty fucking dead on. The no-frills, nautically-themed place serves cheap Bud Tall Boys and PBRs in plastic cups — 
take a seat at a picnic table and one of the friendly barmaids will make yours are never empty long. The perfect place for spending a long summer afternoon getting shit-faced with a few of your closest friends.
How do you bring the beach to urban Brooklyn? At Surf Bar (139 N. 6th St. in Williamsburg), all it took was a wooded boardwalk back patio, a drink list of fun and fruity booze concoctions, and a whole fucking lot of sand. It’s like the seaside tiki shack you remember from college spring break, with Bob Marley blasting, Rum Runners flowing and Red Stripe suds getting sucked down without a care in world. Just watch out for the sand fleas!
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I like to celebrate 4:20 in the afternoon (and sometimes the morning) as often as possible, so when the actual day April 20th finally rolls around, it’s obviously time to roll some phat dubbies, fire them up and get high as fuck — ideally in a public place. This year was no different, as countless stoners across America and around the globe lit up in joyous rapture, spreading the sweet smell of ganja for all to enjoy!
Here in New York, greenies converged upon Central Park’s bandshell for a gathering of pot smoking and (one assumes) bad hippie dancing to the “jambient” sounds of some band called Glint. And a few blocks south in Times Square, NORML (the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws) marked 4/20 with the unveiling of a giant animated billboard advertising the sad fact that weed busts in NYC have increased 4,600% since 1992. Watch a clip of the sign here:
By the way, if your curious about the origins of “420” check out the Huffington Post‘s The True Story Behind Stoners’ Favorite Number.
It’s always a good idea to keep your bong spic and span — dumping out the nasty bong water and cleaning out the resin makes for a more efficient smoking machine and tastier hits. A common method often involves rinsing the thing out with rubbing alcohol, but apparently this can also be a dangerous process.
That’s what one New Mexico man discovered recently when he managed to spill the alcohol on the floor of his house and catch it on fire. Pretty soon his curtains were burning, and soon after as the blaze spiraled out of control, his entire house was up in smoke. Police caught the dude as he was fleeing from his pad and arrested after a chase.
Don’t let this happen to you! Here’s a video with quick and easy instructions on how to clean your bong without burning down your house:
Over on TheSword, some great photos taken of a vanished cruising ground in NYC
In 1978, and then again in 1982, two artists set out to document a New York City gay cruising space that they correctly assumed was about to go extinct: the decaying warehouses at the Hudson River piers, post-Stonewall, pre-AIDS.
A daily bacchanalia preserved only in photos and sense memory. If you haven’t seen it – you should check out “Gay Sex in the Seventies”. It’s available to watch instantly on your netflix!
I missed this one when it hit the papers a few weeks ago, but it’s certainly worth repeating. A teenager in northern England has gained the attention of people flying above his parents’ house — and much of the rest of the newspaper-reading world — by painting a giant, 60-foot penis on the roof of the million-dollar manor. Eighteen-year-old Rory McInnes put down the monstrous cock more than a year ago in an attempt to entertain people perusing Google Earth, but apparenly the prank went unnoticed for more than a year. Which is kinda fucking ridiculous, considering what it looks like:
By the way, our friend Rory’s little plan didn’t work: it didn’t make it on Google Earth.
