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R.I.P., old pal.
(Via Free Williamsburg)
No big deal, just bailing out this ground floor apartment.
(Via WSJ)
This one is credited to my Facebook friend Anthony Amico, premium cable customer.
Some Canadians decided this would be a good time to pull out the hockey sticks they carry on them at all times and have a pickup game in Times Square.
(Via CTV)
This looks bad.
(Via BusinessInsider)
This is a walkway by the East River, guys. IT IS UNDERWATER. Now will you take the hurricane seriously?
(Via TheSpinGuru)
UPDATE: This is not the East River at all, but North Carolina. "The Spin Guru" tricked me. Anything to make it more exciting for us New Yorkers, right?
Nope. Nobody in New York took the hurricane seriously. Now where's my car service? I'm late for brunch.
(Via Mondo-Blogo)
It was totally empty, like as if a zombie apocalypse had occurred. Or like they cancelled all the train service.
(Photo by Marjorie Anders)
My boyfriend, upon seeing this photo: "Turn the lights off, assholes." My boyfriend does not much care for Times Square.
(Via Brad Walsh)
Smelly penis mushrooms sprang up overnight. Don't eat them, they're not the fun kind and I'm guessing they taste like butt hole.
(Via Gothamist)
Tucker Barnes of Fox News got covered in what he thought was "plankton or something." "It doesn't taste great," he mused. Turns out it was raw sewage. Brb, larfing forever. (Laughing barfing=larfing.)
(Via NY Daily News)
This widely circulated photo of a shark swimming down the street in Puerto Rico made everyone worry that sharks had finally figured out a way to get inside our houses. Luckily, it turned out to be fake.
(Via Buzzfeed)
Whee, we're in a hurricane! New York is a giant fucking playground and we are willing to risk death to take a *wacky* pic of ourselves to post on Facebook! Wheee!!!
(Via Kateopolis)
Spanish tourists. Oy.
(Via WSJ)
"I really shouldn't be out here but I'm not being smart today." O RLY?
(Via HuffPo)
The "caution" tape was a nice touch.
(Via WSJ)
Upstate New York got it bad.
(Via WSJ)
Williamsburg's biggest casualty. Nobody is ever going to be able to find any of their friends again.
(Photo by O.J. San Felipe)
R.I.P., old pal.
(Via Free Williamsburg)
