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9 comments:
I'll give them out to the dudes that play drums on the 2 train. Word up.
In all aspects of this campaign, I believe New Yorkers have an opportunity to ask ourselves:
WWCGJD?:
What would Cuba Gooding, Jr? do?
Damn, I mean we should have tight nods as an item. The dudes on the 2 train deserve tight nods.
Wait until I pull out the ill-advised marriage proposal--bitches look out!
The orange is nice. And Matthew, you can write in that tight nod next to "other". That's WCGJWD.
I am going to give one to Matt for taking the 2 train. Who does that? Seriously.
Right, okay, now where can I get a pack of these?
Fucking hilarious Mandy.
Pete, in a foxhole, you'd take the 2 train over the 6 or the L any day. The 2 train is how all the construction workers from Crown Heights get to their jobs in Manhattan every day. Those dudes are fucking tough. And the Rastas that play drums are really really mellow.
Oh my sweet god - I would be handing those out like it was my job. Then I'd likely lose my job shortly thereafter.
"Hello Congressman, no, no, this isn't my business card... look at the back, yes, that says greed, oh and that one with the really big check? Oh, I wrote that in ... it says 'ass clown-ery.'"
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