Ridiculously fabulous on Sunday morning… West 17th Street, NYC

Another reason to complain about the MTA.

Canal Street Station, NYC.

U-F-Oh…

26th Street and 8th Avenue, NYC.

 Every morning on my way to the train I pass a man asleep on a bench. Around his neck hangs a plastic cup with a sign that reads, “TIPS.”

Another victim of the heat wave.

Houston Street, NYC.

 One of Summer’s little ridiculous gifts: getting to see the feet of gross people.

West 13th and Washington Street, NYC.

I consider this photo to be a true gift from the gods of ridiculousness. The apron reads, “Will cook for sex.”

Grand Street, NYC.