lost in the supermarket

Luis Tigre (or someone playing his accordion), as seen on the N train.

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As seen on the Bowery while waiting in a long ass line to not get into 11 Spring Street...Brought to you by the Most Official Bitches.

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So if you're smart, you'll come to see mad fresh DJ Lo-Fi twirl some tunes and thrown down the funk this weekend. In Astoria, fool!

But then you whine, "Ehhhh I don't know where he's playing, nor how to get there!!"
So I slap you upside the head and say:
Hell Gate Social.
12-21 Astoria Blvd.
N/W to Astoria Blvd, walk toward the East River.

So you start crying like a little little baby, "But WHEN this weekend? I'm soooooo busy doing weeeeird stuff as usual!"
Then I stab you in your neck and proclaim:
Saturday Feb 10.
9:30pm.

Thinking you're clever, you tearfully blurt out, "Buuuuut I can't pay a cover!"
To which I respond:
NO COVER.
And then I skull-fuck you.
You know, in the eye sockets and stuff. With a broken bottle.

And that makes little JazzyJeff and the FP really sad. Just do what's best for everyone and come on Saturday to dance dance dance your ass off.

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