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Grams Grands Gucci G'd Up
Look at this pretentious muhfukka hea
Look at this pretentious muhfukka hea
"I’m from the Ivory Coast."
“Why’d you come to America?”
He formed his hands into two imaginary guns. “Too much boom boom,” he said. “So I run.”
Breh make sure you catch my good side.
"I’m moving here to live with my girlfriend. And her parents. It’s gonna be rough."
"I’m a Godly man."
"I live in Havana. For visa reasons, I have to leave the country for 48 hours every two months. I always bring a few boxes of cigars with me. I sell them until I have enough money to buy a plane ticket home." "Can I see them?" "Sure. These are Cohiba cigars. They are legendary. One day Fidel Castro found what he believed to be the perfect cigar. He inquired as to it’s origin, and learned that a very old woman had rolled it. So he sent many workers to learn from that old woman, and he began producing those cigars for himself. Cohiba cigars were only given to diplomats. They were never made available for sale. This is why they are legendary. But you must understand, Castro grew up as a peasant, so Cohibas are very robust. They are not sophisticated cigars. But sophisticated cigars cost less. Because they are not legendary."
"I go to an all girls school, so there always seems to be a lot of drama."
“Drama about what?”
“These days it always seems to originate from something that somebody tweeted or posted.”
"We grew up in the same building, just a few blocks from here."
"When did you first meet each other?"
"I was three. He was five."
"What’s your first memory of him?"
"Him pulling up his eyelids to scare me in the hallway."
Seen on the subway.
"I’m scheduling a meeting with the Prime Minister of Ireland as we speak."
"So what separates a great barber from an average barber?"
“Well, I can only speak from my own experience. But I learned a lot of rules in school, and I didn’t really get good until I had the confidence to break them.”
"Make sure you get the hat. I’m all about the hat."
"You know where the real money is? Porno."
"He teases me!"
Seen at the Brooklyn Museum
"You know where the real money is? Porno."
"She won’t talk to me until I get my shyt together."
“Who’s she?”
“Every man has a She.”
"I was raised to blame myself instead of accepting myself."
"I used to be a preschool teacher, but I got fired."
“What happened?”
“Well, I decided that I wanted to have a socially conscious class. So we learned about apartheid in South Africa. Then we learned about homelessness. Then we made mother’s day cards for Trayvon Martin’s mom. And I think the principal decided that it was too much for three and four year olds, because she told me I wasn’t a ‘good fit.’ But honestly, I was just shining too bright for them. And now she’s going to see me on Humans of New York, and she’ll be sorry!”
"One time I was in Saks Fifth Avenue, and I got in an elevator. There was a woman already in there. She had selected the seventh floor, but when I got in with her, she changed it to the second floor."
“How’d that make you feel?”
“Like I didn’t belong.”
"We just came back from a concert. She crowd surfed twice! She lost her wallet, but we found a Nintendo DS!"
"I’ve had a lot of magic in my life."
“Tell me something magic.”
“When they were young, my parents met an American couple in a sunday school in Shanghai. Over the years, they kept running into this same couple, as they traveled through different parts of the world. So they jokingly made a pact that their firstborn children would be married. Then my parents had me, and the other couple had a son. I didn’t meet the man until late in life, when I was already deeply in love with another man. But I fell in love with him and we got married.”
“Wow, that is cool.”
“That’s not even the craziest part. Want to hear the craziest part?”
“Absolutely.”
“My husband had three previous engagements. And the morning we met, he was cooking three eggs, and each of them had double yolks.”
"The coat is from Afghanistan, the shirt is from Uzbekistan, and the jewelry is Turkish and Persian."
"I could look poised in a paper bag. These are ladies’ pants, I don’t even care."
"It’s important to tell your child ‘no.’ I want him to be prepared when life tells him ‘no.’"
“When has life told you ‘no’?”
“I’m an African-American female raised in Harlem. Life has always told me ‘no.’ It tried to say ‘no’ when I wanted to own my own business. And now I own three.”
"It’s a Spaghetti Monster pin."
“How would you describe the Spaghetti Monster?”
“It’s a semi-serious, semi-parody religion. If you substitute the word ‘Spaghetti Monster’ for the word God, it exposes religion to critical thinking. Because of the cultural reverence for the word ‘God,’ so much of religion flies under the radar of critical thinking. But if you think about it— the word ‘God’ is just a noise we make, just like ‘Spaghetti Monster’ is a noise. Both are placeholders for a concept, and neither is more valid than the other. The whole point of the Spaghetti Monster is not necessarily to say that God isn’t real, but to point out the flaws in our conceptualization of him.”
"I’m struggling with some existential questions."
“Like what?”
“Why am I here? Why am I doing this job? Why am I carrying these boxes? I don’t think these boxes are going to get me where I need to be.”
I walked by this yesterday in Central Park.