No-No Pipi OK.

For ALL your Accordion Needs.

Tires.

Discounts.

More Discounts.

Three Amigos.

Triangle Style.

Chinatown Arts and Performance Center.

To the left of the garage: Purple Licorice Vapors.

Enith.

Hosiery, in the ideal sense, is VERY well represented by this storefront.  Hosers everywhere!  You have a clubhouse!  There’s an international Hoser Conference held here every Thanksgiving Weekend.  Mr. Parfenix gives his usual shish-kebab address and Sudsy deejays old anti-stress cassettes.  Me and Rubbish sell fonuts (fake donuts) and foca-fola (thanks Sodastream!) at a table near the bathroom (actually, in the bathroom.  This place is small!).  Computer-Head sleeps on a folding chair and Bill the Snowman tries some of his comedy routine on the rest of the rodents that obviously frequent the nooks and crannies of this fine establishment.

Packed every morning.

Not packed every morning.

Park wherever you like!

Yin-Yang.  Also Mr. Parfenix’s favorite fashion label.

NN Muffler.

But My Ears Hurts.

Chew runs one of those fruit stand/fish market combo shops on Mott St. When I took this photo, he said, “not me, take picture of beautiful woman!”. Then he smiled for the photo.
 

Mrs. Claus sighting 7:59am yesterday at the 2nd Avenue Subway Station. Dressed in her “civilian” clothes and in what may or may not be a wig. She was suspiciously trying to text someone on her glittery pink phone even though there’s no chance of getting any cel signal down there. Curious… Does this mean that Mr. & Mrs. are on the skids??? Stay tuned as we cover this breaking news story.
 

I was tinkering around with some HTML the other day trying to get some PIN numbers, when I got sucked up into the Shlog (otherwise known as this blog you’re looking at right now). I can’t seem to find my way out of this weird place. Can someone please email me some cheese & crackers or some caviar? There’s only rotten egg fu yung and frozen pizza in these posts. HELP!!!!!
 

Planet Schlomp is a real shit-hole. It’s just outside our Solar System, about 2,000 miles from Earth (and you always thought that outer space was huge!) People think it’s the LaGuardia Airport Marina, Chinatown or the Gowanus Canal, but Planet Schlomp is actually the one responsible for that farty rotten egg smell in the air that permeates our city’s hot summer days. Imagine what it might smell like ON the planet!
 

 
Name: Schlomp
Class: None!