…or why you should always have $5 in your pocket in Times Square.
I kid you not, my friends. Oh no, did I just say ‘my friends’? Help, I think my brain has been infiltrated by election pop culture. Um, do you think? This is my 4th friggin’ consecutive post on this drivel. I can’t help it, everyday gets more amusing.
Back to the story of the condom. I was walking from Penn Station to meet Gary and some friends for dinner on 56th Street. For those who know NY, this is a walk through the belly of the beast known as Times Square. At rush hour! This is about as out of the basement as you can get.
Overstimulation is an underestimation.
I was getting into the bob and weave of the ebb and flow of bodies and traffic, street noises and meat-on-a-stick smells, when all of the sudden I hear:
“Get your Sarah Palin Condoms. Limited Edition!”
What? Are you KIDDING me? And there it was again, coming from another place. And then another. There must have been a half a dozen young men carrying boxes of condoms. A whole swarm of condom hawkers. (BTW, they also had Obama and McCain – those are simply not funny).
But Palin condoms? With the tagline “When abortion is not an option”. That is absolutely hysterical.
Here is the best part. A young french man came up to the vendor as I was buying one.
French Man: what are theez?
Vendor: Sarah Palin condoms.
French Man: Ugh! I wooood not put my deeeek in one of theez.
And this is when I knew for sure that the humor gods had smiled down upon me once again and I could live another day!
(fyi, you can purchase them here, but they are cheaper on the street if you happen to be in Times Square).
Also, my candidate paper dolls came today. They are so amazing I must do a follow-up post on them. Just a preview… first page, they are in their underwear!
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