This might be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. I don't get it. Even if it's for people on the go... it's not saving you any time! Okay, so you don't have to walk that 15 extra feet to the counter... the person getting your food still does, so now you're at the mercy of their slow asses.

I don't know... maybe Mickey D's is having trouble competing with the new trends in fast food - how can you really top the Whopper Bar or the KFC Double Down, after all. A walk-through window seems like such an odd choice though. What's the purpose? To save you 15 extra steps? I mean, I used to live right near there, so I can say for a fact that this is not the cleanest McDonald's establishment, but still... it's not so bad that you need to stand outside at a window to get your food.

And apparently, people have actually been lining up outside for this thing. The counter is like... 15 steps away! GO INSIDE!

The Pants on the Ground Man is awful. He auditioned for this season of American Idol last week and is now an instant sensation. All for what? Because he remembered how he was when he was slave? This is ridiculous. This man is dancing around like a clown and we're cheering him on. Yes there is a message in the song. Hell, I agree with him, but could you have not made a fool of yourself to do so? We are making fun of him and not even realizing it. I can't wait until this 15 minutes of fame is up because MLK is rolling over in his grave right now. I don't think he meant this when he said we shall overcome.

As of now, The Pants on the Ground song gets put on the list of the Top 20 things that will bring back slavery. Right next to the McDonald's McRib sandwich.

In our first post for the new year, I'd like to bring to your attention a little thing that Duane Reade is doing to NYers. If you're not familiar with Duane Reade, it is a local pharmacy chain here in NYC in the same vain as CVS, Walgreens or Rite Aid. First of all let me say this, because I haven't said it before on Word Vomit, but Duane Reade sucks balls for their new hideous designs. They're logo is wretched and the new color palettes they've introduced makes me want to urinate on the Pantone color book that was given to their graphic designer(s).

With that being said, not only have they introduced pastels of doom, they had the nerve to re-do their Spending Rewards Program. This was the only shining thing about the store. In these uncertain economic times, us NYers have come to rely on DR's rewards system. For every dollar you spend, 1 point is given. For every 100 points you get a, $5 coupon is issued. This was good. Those things came in handy, because you could get about $10 every month or so from DR, if you spent enough and sometimes you could. We've come to rely on them. It was a nice gift. Clearly, they saw this and decided to ruin it. So to pay for their expesnive and sucky store remodeling and to pay those awful graphic designers who changed their look, they had to go say fuck you NY and then proceeded to rape us in the face.

They had a mandatory change to the new RewardsFlex program. So this is how it goes now:

For every dollar you spend, 2 points are given. Pretty cool.

For every 500 points you get, $5 coupon is given out to you. Wait what the fuck?!

I roughly had to spend $100 to get $5 back. Now I have to spend $500 to get $5 back? Are you fucking kidding me? I have to spend $500 in Duane Reade? Best Buy doesn't even have the balls to do that and they sell fucking tvs and other shit!

For once I am utterly appalled by this and I wanted to channel my Jewish brethren and write a stern letter of disapproval and vow never to shop in their store again, but then I said to myself, where the hell will I shop at 1:OOAM when I need something? Fuck. Trapped like mice in a cage. Sneaky bastards. They've cornered me with this horrible points system. Do you know how long you could go before you'd spend $500 in Duane Reade? You could go months before you saw a $5 coupon. I'd rather not use it now.

Thanks very, much Duane Reade. I've never willing gotten raped in the face before until now and I've got to tell you -- if you're gonna be raping people in the face like this was Ozwald Penitentiary at least have the decency to have Christopher Meloni around. Fuckers.

The Amazing Amazon.com Reviews tumblog suggests that the "Not For the Weak" review is the most amazing, but I believe that these other 2 reviews have much more important information for the consumer. We should always be aware of where our products are being made. It would be unacceptable, not to mention completely unpatriotic, for self-respecting American citizens to purchase Chinese-made testicles for their cars. Thanks to these reviewers, nobody will make that mistake.

Enough Said!

I guess now we know why Barbie left him.

Spotted on 1st Ave. this morning.

What kind of rush must this person have been in, that they couldn't even wait to get inside before tearing off the packaging?

...by the way, I just love how it says 8" with balls.

After taking this pic, I immediately texted it to The Black Boy Wonder, and fyi, his reply was better than all 101 minutes of Where the Wild Things Are.

You know, I always think (and say) that Times Square is my least favorite part of Manhattan - the constant, often disgusting, mash of tourists, rubbing up against you in overcrowded shops, stopping dead in front of you on the sidewalk so that they can take their 8 millionth photo of the smoking coffee sign (is that thing even there anymore)... even writing it, I'm recalling how much I absolutely dread any occasion which will bring me close to that area. In fact, I will often go around my ass to get to my elbow in an effort to avoid that area.

All of that said, I was reminded yesterday that no matter how awful Times Square is, it is absolutely NOTHING compared to the hideousness that is Canal Street.

I never really remember it until I get there - and, though I go to SoHo every so often, I usually never venture down that far... probably because my subconscious knows that it would be better to just through myself into a put of ghetto and get it over with. It's hard to explain it to someone who a) isn't a tourist or b) has never been to Manhattan or to that area, but if you have, then you must know what I mean. It's horrible. It's impossible. It's dirty. You can barely cross the street and it takes about 15 minutes to go 5 steps down a sidewalk. You get hit in the face with bubbles and smoke. You get offered every kind of designer bag under the sun. What should be a 10 minute stop into Pearl Paint turns into an ordeal of just making it to the entrance and getting back out again.

If you're smart (like me), you'll use the back exit out of Pearl and be rewarded with some awesome street art on Lispenard Street. The one I saw yesterday was arranged kind of like a tree, but if you click on it to view the larger picture, it looks like a blurred image of some street lights at night. I really loved the way they pasted it up, and the location works out nicely, too. The result is that of a tree on fire - at least that's how I see it. No idea who the artist is, but it's one to check out.

I spotted a few other gems on West Broadway - the first being the guys who set up their vending table to sell copies of "How to Roll a Blunt for Dummies." I'm sure it's a great read. They were really putting in a good effort in selling it, too - everyone's got their niche, I guess.

On my way back up from Canal, I spotted one of those wannabe hot clothing stores with this mannequin out in front that a bunch of old tourists kept stopping to gawk at... mostly because it was really obvious that this particular dummy was originally built for a sex shop. I can't even count how many men were telling their wives (all over 60, btw) how they'd buy that outfit for them if they'd promise to look like the mannequin when they put it on. Good luck, fellas.