You cannot help be amused as you walk around the city.
I'd hate to be a children's entertainer specializing in making balloon animals.
It's up there with weather forecaster for jobs that combine pointlessness with self-aggrandizing.
This guy was out on the common teaching the kiddies how his balloon sculpture was a certain breed of dog. Fucking numbskull. With his wacky get-up I was hoping he'd be wearing clown shoes. But he disappointed me. Again.
To be fair he has a nice watch and cufflinks. Perhaps during the week he's a weatherman.
If you're going to drop 6 figures on a car then you might has well go the whole fuck you route and get the license plate MMMMMM.
Or perhaps he (because let's be honest only a middle-aged guy would buy this car) is a fan of the 90s band Crash Test Dummies.
Either way he's a dick.
I see this guy a couple of times a week as I walk around Fresh Pond.
Look, I know it takes massive strength to cross-country ski. But it takes even bigger balls to do it in spring on dry land.
As a bonus he has a huge hole in the armpit of his t-shirt. And what's not to love about the whiff of sweat as he swishes past me.
1 Part Groan. 1 Part Well Played Sir!
This is the name of a sushi place on Mass Ave in Central Square.
You know the place must be filled with precocious twats but it makes me smile.