Film at 11.
In the midst of a BOY'S NIGHT OUT (caps & bold mine) last Friday, myself, TAN, KC, Dave, James (pictured) stopped at the Popeye's on 13th Street to dine and converse. In addition to a gentlemanly discussion revolving around how stereotypical the scene of three large black men (three of the aforementioned quintet) nibbling on fried chicken looked, the above piece of in-store signage with the Onion-esque headline also prompted a lively, if brief, exchange. Here's how I remember it:
TAN: "Take your batter off, Bitch!"
KC: "Mutherfuckin' YEAH!!!"
James: "Make sure you get me in the pic..."
Aspiring filmmaker Dave also shot a 1 minute, 24 second movie of TAN entitled "crybaby chicken negro," which will be posted here at a future date, and eventually will be entered in next year's Oscar® short film documentary category.
previously in stupid NYC:
1. The Trans Fat War Turns Childish.
2. The MTA. Very Anal.
3. Jonathan Swift Realty, Inc.
4. Phew! York.
5. Boomer's Beemer Befouls Boho's Bosom.