Thunder Jackson’s (169 Bleecker St., New York, NY 10012) is famous for the “Dirty Burger” and home of Das Boot. They’re also known for their “Thunder Girls” Wall of Fame, which is a photo collage of hot chicks plastered all over the men’s bathroom. It’s sort of like that bathroom from the restaurant in Forgetting Sarah Marshall that has a pic of Mila Kunis‘ character flashing her boobs. Anyway, management kindly asks patrons to “be nice” to the Thunder Girls but no one ever is. How could anyone deface something so beautiful, you ask? Easy, with a permanent marker! I snapped a few pics of the “modern art” recently. Behold the bold work of drunken idiots!

Expendables shot its way to #1 whlie Eat Pray Queef ate prayed and queefed its way into the second slot. Scott Pilgrim failed to conquer America, coming in at #5. There are like 80 movies releasing this week, so you might want to grab a sandwich or a snack. Hold your breath, we’re goin’ in!

Piranha 3D
The Weinstein Company
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Nearly all of us have been here. Maybe you had one too many, or possibly one of your buddies thinks he might be better at bartending than the guy who’s actually being paid to do it. Either way, there’s more than a couple ways to ensure you’ll be tossed out into the street before the night is over.

Just because the secrets out on New York City’s biggest afternoon party – Bistro Bagatelle – doesn’t mean you’ll be able to get in. The Saturday afternoon brunch broadcast live on Sirius Radio BPM (Channel 36) is booked over four months in advance!

You know, for how insane this world is, people keep their sh!t together pretty well. Sure, there’s tons of people who freak out, but for the most part, people take things in stride. This woman, however, is not one of them. Apparently, she’s upset over something to do with soup. Yes, soup…

Hooters? Depressing? You don’t say. All I’ve ever had to do was take a look at the horrible orange and white paint job adorning the outside of most Hooters restaurants to know those places are a bevy of bad taste and depression.
Oh yeah, and fifteen year olds.
In my town, Hooters was the place adolescent boys with fake IDs and too much cologne spent their Frid… Click to read more