You chicken of the sea tuna can throwin' sumbitch!

We live in a dangerous world. Al Queda. Rogue asteroids. Electrostatic shock from walking across a carpeted floor in your tubesocks and grabbing a brass doorknob. Now you can add catching a can of tunafish upside your dome to that list. At least around the gentrifying streets of the LIC. So do what I do and never leave the house without a helmet securely fastened. Or, at the very least, a cup.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i have a friend who lives in a high rise near that. sounds like something he would do. lil punk.