So this guy charges $250+ for a six month rental, whereas literally 30 seconds of googling shows that a chicken costs something like $5 from most farmers. Plus if it's too much trouble you can always eat it.
I gotta get in on this racket and start renting chickens in Brooklyn.
Is this the part where we all make crappy puns? Because that C. diff thing seems like a really shitty thing to catch.
Or if, for example, someone is committing securities fraud and being a paid shill for companies by lying in 'independent' research reports.
For NYC Readers:
Excellent Jjanjangmyeon, and it's open 24hrs, which makes it the perfect late night drunk or stoned food stop.
Unless the Korean lady at the deli next to my office is gonna accept 11 issues of Time as payment for a bacon egg and cheese sandwich, I'm gonna have to pass on this offer.
Otherwise I would've totally jumped on the opportunity to save 22 cents on breakfast.
Oh, so I guess the war on sharing MP3s and hilarious cat videos is the new war on drugs.
@Clarence Rosario Yeah, except for those assholes who never clean up after their two year old after he leaves a bit pile of shit on the sidewalk outside the bagel store each morning.
I don't understand, aren't fraternal twins born in separate pregnancies just called 'siblings', or did we suddenly just go all in on the human cloning thing and no one told me?
"a winking cynicism about how the world works disguise their resignation and passivity."
I think this just might be the ananlogy I'd been seeking for so many things.
I have an irrational hatred of navel-gazing hack journalism about the imaginary problems of boring rich people. For example, I can't even glance at Thursday Styles without wanting to decapitate a few one-percenters on my lunch break. Does that count?