Thug #1: Aw, damn! Look who just got out of jail!
Thug #2: Wassup? Wassup?
Thug #1: How you feel?
Thug #2: Free as a bird, just like it says on my MySpace.
–Starbucks, Park Slope
Thug #1: Aw, damn! Look who just got out of jail!
Thug #2: Wassup? Wassup?
Thug #1: How you feel?
Thug #2: Free as a bird, just like it says on my MySpace.
–Starbucks, Park Slope
Drunk 20-ish chick to friends: I’m starving! I should cook something when I get home.
Thug: Don’t lie! You gonna go home, check yo’ MySpace and pass out!
–Astoria-bound N train
Overheard by: He has a point
Yuppie: I don’t google enough.
–F Train, 7th Ave
Overheard by: imaginexrach
Girl on cell: Not being on Facebook is ruining my life!
–NYU Bus
Overheard by: Asian Kid
Assistant on phone, about her 17-year-old daughter’s MySpace page: I find it interesting that she and her friend Shannon have the same friend listed. Some 32-year-old guy in California named Tom!
–Office on 42nd & Madison
Overheard by: herspace
Man: I’m going to go home and e-mail some shameless bitches.
–8th St & Broadway
Grad student at computer, dolefully: Without right-click I just don’t know what to do with the world.
–Columbia University
Overheard by: Ladle
Twelve-year-old nerd: Yeah, man, you know what I'm a do this weekend?
Friend: What, homo?
Twelve-year-old nerd: I'm a get drunk, cause I can.
Friend: Then what?
Twelve-year-old nerd: Then I'm a get hot chicks to show me their boobs on MySpace.
–N Train
Overheard by: amii.
Hipster: Oh, no, see, that’s the common misconception. MySpace was originally the Friendster for artists.
Girl: Oh.
–Williamsburg
Tween girl: I mean, she changed her MySpace name to "freaky dancer," I mean, she needs to take that shit off. Seriously, take it off, because I'm the freaky dancer, no one else is the freaky dancer but me.
–Uptown 6 Train
Man: There will be no more dancing tonight. I broke the pole.
–Times Square
Jumpy drunk guy: I have two options. Dance or fall asleep!
–Blackbird Parlour, Brooklyn
Overheard by: ak
Guy: I'm really into Nijinsky…no homo.
–F Train
Weary looking woman on cell: Six and a half hours of burlesque. I didn't think there was such a thing as too much burlesque…but I thought wrong.
–Penn Station
Overheard by: McNasty
College girl: And then I would say: "But do you object? Do you object to my vagina dance?"
–Union Square
Preppy kid to friend: She gave me a piece of paper with a phone number, three e-mails and a MySpace page to make sure I get in touch with her.
Friend: She definitely wants you to touch her all right.
–1st Ave & 9th St
Man: But they’ll talk to us! That’s the problem with calling people — they talk to you!
–Union Square Park
Chick: For one thing, this guy sounds totally sick and perverted; and, for another, what’s his number?
–Party, 140th & Broadway
Overheard by: Mr. P.
Girl on cell: He was like, ‘Thanks for doing that in a text,’ and I was like, ‘Thanks for saying that in an IM.’
–Park Ave & Union Square North
Collegiate on cell: Dude, why the hell are you calling me? I told you, just use MySpace.
–Park Ave South & 19th St
Queer looking at ringing cell: Shit! [Answers phone in pleasant voice] Hi, Andrew!
–11th St & University
Overheard by: Colleen
7-year-old little sister: Why do you like taking all those pictures of yourself?
14-year-old big sister: It's called “MySpace”, duh!
–7 Train
Overheard by: Annifer
Girl #1: So I changed my MySpace page to this lake at night with an orange moon.
Girl #2: Orange moon? Are you sure it's not a sun?
Girl #1: Yeah, it's night.
–Queens
Overheard by: Jax
