Seen on Pratt Street, Hartford:
Honestly, we can’t decide.
But if you have the money, at least you can always rent Hot Fashion and pretend to be trendy.
Kind of like Tara Reid. If the rent is low enough.
Courtesy of Scary Bunny #77
So there is a question I have been debating in my head for quite some time about the three major types of guys in the Hartford Metropolitan area–the jabronis, the hipsters, and the “Johnny Big Pants Wankers.” If you had to, who would you fuck, who would you marry, and who would you kill?
In the one corner you have the “I love to work out and beat up women,” “Time for a round of So-Co and Limes,” “Is this your girlfriend? Cause I totally want to fuck her,” Jabroni Knob Head.
In the other corner you have the cooler than cool, “I totally love myself,” “Have you heard of that new band the Whatevers? Yeah, I didn’t think so,” “I now live under the boardwalk on Coney Island, it is totally the new Williamsburg,” Hipster tool.
And finally in the last corner, you have the “When I was in Thailand….”, “These are Innuit hand-stiched Moccasins, given to me personally after I saved the entire tribe from a rabbid polar bear,” “I only sleep in hammocks, wearing a sarong, with my eyes open,” Johnny Big Pants wanker.
I mean they all have their pros and cons, they all are prevalent in and around the Hartford Metropolitan area and they are all full of different shades of shit, but if you had to tie-the-knot, sow-your-oats, and bump one off, who would you choose?
The funny thing is I think I am actually all of these people in one…
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