Ugh I posted instead of previewed. Sorry for the redundant redundancy.:smack:
Well, there is that constant low-key urine smell.
Other than that it’s just peachy.
Well, there’s the claustrophobic skyline, the urine smell, the gold chains being sold, and the fashion: Members-Only jackets with the circa 1980 white puffy adidas high-tops.
I’d say someone should drop a bomb on downtown Philadelphia, but judging by the empty buildings, they did already.
But I like the tomb of the unknown taxi hailer, or whomever the fuck that is…
Funny thing is, they renamed it after Grace Kelly’s brother dropped dead while jogging on it.
Those Kellys . . . Always were such pushy social climbers, would do anything to get ahead . . .
Feh.
Been done.
Don’t jinx me. I work beside the stock exchange building.
You people who slow down for the Conshohocken Curve for no reason shall be eternally damned.
I can’t prove it, but I’m sure “Schukyll” is an old Indian word for “don’t build a highway here.”
:I hate the fact that the Inquirer doesn’t carry Uncle Cecil’s column.
Um, isn’t in the City Paper, or Philadelphia Weekly?
:Oh, and I hate the fact that Pittsburgh hates us. WTF? We don’t hate you (I had no idea there was a rivalry between the two cities until I came to Penn State).
When I lived in PGH, I don’t recall anyone even caring about what happened in Philly. It always seemed so far away. Now, if you were from Cleveland, that would be a different story.
The thing that drove me nuts when I lived in Philly was the constant asking for money, everywhere. In the Gallery, at the bus stop, at the 7-11, at the airport, on the El, IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE in Bala Cynwyd. I could start a thread on all the stories I got on why I should give them money.
Anyway, best food anywhere. I miss the Reading Terminal Market alot. And I wanted some canoli from Termini’s in the worse way at Christmas.
Oh, right—I hate that the Inquirer is the only paper, now that the Bulletin is gone!
[Bala Cynwyd, guy? Nice!]
Hey, I hail from Bala Cynwyd as well. And thanks for the tip on where I can find the Dope in Philly–I had no idea!