False Advertising

Yet another bong shop. The IL Governor has banned "K2" (a marijuana substitute) and then an ABC news crew came by to ask the store about it. The store owners yelled at them and ripped down their signs. 30 minutes later, the same signs went back up.

Boy, these Jamba Juice sandwich wraps look great and big! What a bargain! Wait... under neath the sticker is a tub of sauce... the sandwich isn't' that big... what a rip-off!

Classy.

I'm to buy these and put them up in the "I Hate Clark Street" offices.

I was racked with indecision... the Redoubtable Zeppelin or the Dreaded Zeppelin?

the Irish Sell Out

If that was true you would have been arrested for defacing a streetlamp.

"Extreme Groping Grapping at Spring Break" Finally, truth in advertising.

Sadly, the Irish Oak has given in and lost the "pub feel." Giant TVs festoon the walls and now there are the Clark Street requisite servers with too much makeup and too little clothing.

If you look closely this trash (dumped out of a car apparently) is a masterpiece of racial stereotyping.

Beer Salad and Truth in Sigs.

If you open the e-mail program on the iPad at the Clark & Diversery Best Buy,

this is the signature.

Using the giant "I" on his varsity sweater, Letterman changes the "flatbread" to a "flatbird."

A local delicacy, the delicious beer salad. To go.

You probably can't see because of the godawful neon, but that's a newly renovated "tobacco and smoking accessories" store and directly across the street in the public trash is a empty case of Parliament cigarettes and the requisite Ed Hardy incense holder.

Signs of the Times part X

This is in a boutique window. This is sexist, right? I think it is.

The type of people who dress their kids like gangsters do seem like they would take advice from the top of a Reader box.

"Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."

Frankly, I don't find either of these butts attractive.

Tiny Leg and Signs of the Times (no commentary needed)

Street Eats

Around 10pm on Saturday, this SUV pulled up to the locked bathroom at the Turnaround (where CTA Buses, uh, turn-around and drivers take a little break. It's at Halsted and Belmont.) It was blaring Mexican music. A man and woman got out of the car and he unlocked the bathroom for her. For a minute they kissed in the doorway and my friend and I whispered, "Please both go in. Please both go in." They didn't. The driver went behind the little building and peed against the wall.

"I'm not even supposed to be here at the Irish Oak today!"

I love this sign. The photo is just the cut-out top of the box containing the frozen pot pie. Which, of course, anyone could buy in any store.

Random bag of popcorn.

God Loves, Man Hates, Aliens Probe Yer Butt

It's Gay Pride Parade!

Free Ass Smacks! But he regretted it as people kept sneaking up on him and smacking his arse.

The View down Belmont from Clark.

I, for one, welcome our insect overlords. I'd like to remind them that as a trusted blogger, I would be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves.

Of course, with so much love and pride (Free Hugs, Free Kisses, $1 Ice Cold Water) there must the ubiquitous religious right platform telling everyone in hearing range that they're going to Hell. On the other hand...

This young lady was so infuriated by the above people that she walked from Clark and Belmont to the Belmont and Sheffield Walgreens where she bought some posterboard and markers. She plopped down on the store floor and made this sign. She is awesome.