Fuck you, Real Housewives of South Boston! This project was born down on A Street and raised up on B street.
Okay, so another long-fought battle with the yuppies has been the concept of using trash to save parking spaces after a snow storm. Yuppies think they’re badasses because they move the space-savers to use the spot for themselves, but true South Bostonians win out in the end with a few swipes of their car key to that blue Prius. Anyway, the South Bostonians also won out on Menino, as we now have an excuse to get rid of all those broken TV’s the garbage men refused to pick up. Thanks Menino, you fucking douche!
But you don’t have to take my WORD for it! (Reading Rainbow reference) Billy Baker, from the Boston Globe, did some research in this article.
Yuppies and yuppy hoverers,
Very disappointing St. Paddy’s Day. First of all, a couple of rain drops and no one shows up. I have to say it was great for us because no one showed up to our local, and we had it all to ourselves…and we had a great time. Second of all, you had to make up for your yuppy-douche-bagness on the real date (That would be the 17th of March) by making yourselves totally obnoxious. Bumping and pushing your way to the bar, asking my skinny friend to push over on his f%&*ing bar stool because you needed a seat. (I can’t make this shit up.)
Dear New Neighbor,
I know you just moved to South Boston and you find that the night life is pretty good. However, when you step up to the bar please, please don’t wave your money in my bartender’s face, because they hate that. When I’m eating my steak tips and mashed don’t elbow me in the back. Say, “Excuse me.” We will let you order your drink(s), then back the f^#* off.