Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

Trans­la­tion: She Went Up 2 Cup Sizes

Chick #1: So yeah, all this time I’ve nev­er had PMS be­fore. Like ever. Now that all this hor­mon­al shit is go­ing on, it all caught up with me this past week.
Chick #2: What do you mean?
Chick #1: I’ve been eat­ing M&M’s, Fritos, choco­late-cov­ered pret­zels, and Pow­er­ade this en­tire week, and I can’t go 10 min­utes with­out cry­ing.
Chick #2: Are you prego?
Chick #1: No, I think I just fuck­ing won the en­docrine lot­tery.

–Times Square shut­tle

Over­heard by: Glyn­nis O

Wednes­day, with a One-Lin­er Chas­er

Fe­male day-drink­ing tourist: Oh shit, I left my vod­ka in the church!

–Out­side Trin­i­ty Church

Man on cell: If it’s pos­si­ble to fer­ment it, we have fer­ment­ed it.

–7th St b/w 2nd & 3rd Ave

Mid­dle-aged man to younger man: You know how cats and dogs–they eat and then they go? In one end and out the oth­er. I’m like that. My blad­der has room for the equiv­a­lent of one good cock­tail.

–10th Ave and W 50th St

Over­heard by: Ah.…middle age

Com­muter at 8 am: Beer. Beer.

–Grand Cen­tral

Over­heard by: ba­con­ista

Old drunk walk­ing in­to a liquor store, to clerk: Have you got my pre­scrip­tion?

–Broad­way & 106th St

Over­heard by: rick­bruner

Box­es and Box­es of Co­coa Puffs

Old woman: Have you seen Char­lie?
Guy: No..he said he was gonna check him­self in­to the hos­pi­tal, and prob­a­bly stay for a long time.
Old woman: Be­cause I have some food for him…Now Patrick, have you seen Char­lie? I have some food for him.
Old man: Char­lie done checked his­self in­to the psy­cho ward for two months.
Old woman: I guess I got­ta throw the food out then.

–Williams­burg

Over­heard by: Heiny Kleist

New York Girls Have Al­ways Swooned for Qua­si­mod­o’s “Iron­ic” Sense Of Style

Her­mit-look­ing man at bak­ery counter: Eu­hh… Yes, I want cake. One will say “Ken­ny’s dead.” No! Wait! One will say “I killed Ken­ny, and I’m not sor­ry!” And the oth­er will say… it will say, “Oba­ma is my home­boy!“
20-some­thing hip­ster girl, star­ing at man: Are you… for re­al?
Her­mit-look­ing man: Yes, sweet­ie.
20-some­thing hip­ster girl: You… you win at life, sir.

–167th & Broad­way

…By Glaz­ing Over the Truth.

Old la­dy cov­ered in ba­by pow­der: Give me six donuts.
Donuts clerk: Okay, which ones?
Old la­dy cov­ered in ba­by pow­der: Six donuts.
Donuts clerk: These are all donuts… Which ones?
Old la­dy cov­ered in ba­by pow­der: Six donuts.
Donuts clerk: Okay, I’ll just give you a se­lec­tion of six. (starts putting ran­dom donuts in bag)
Old la­dy cov­ered in ba­by pow­der: Six donuts, don’t trick me.

–Flat­bush, Brook­lyn

Over­heard by: Save the Whales, Save the Whole Thing