Criminal Slang

Apparently the hottest party in New York City is on a fucking bench.

Exhibit A: The Most Official Bench 

Yup, everyone’s (BB$ excluded) favorite bitches and friends recently threw a soiree for DJ Ayres on and adjacent to a fomerly non-descript wooden bench. The HBIC (Leah) of MTTM also found this, “happening”, to be a little ridiculous saying,

” It’s just a bench but now that MOB and alife have hosted nights there, we are figuring that lots of corny people will follow. That’s what this scene is all about anyways isn’t it? Following. Copying. Nut hugging. Then pretending like you’re shit means something. Yup I said it bitches and I’m not saying sorry for it. Kiss my ass. HA!”

Check MOB Living for the video…Oh wait, there’s more

Exhibit B: MISSBENCHAVE

is it the lead in the New York tap water and has Omaha Nebraska been one up on the streetwear market for decades?  

“The Bench” is quickly becoming the official conduit of social interaction and the font of American Culture -filling a void left by celebrities.

Anyway, I heard that there was some super downlow piss-stained couch party in the City and you have to buy a map from some Dutch Gabba blog to find it -so exclusive!!!

**Polaroids of GG action on the actual bench are much appreciated.

This dude Flashpoint Grafix puts most of the self-published community to shame. FPG and the half-page delight once known as One Two Magazine in it’s printed incarnation -now revived in blog format- interviewed Adult Film Actresses, got critical thinking points for reviews of (now classic) hip-hop albums, broke down the denim game -long before slubs and enzyme wash jumped into the lexicon, kept people up to speed on the nightlife and even accepted ads in the first issue from a little known Jet Li and his film Black Mask (monetize that web 2.0 bitches!).