
Photo by PoPville flickr user Massoud Adibpour
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21 May 2013 11:29 AM
There is a dude in a "wife-beater" in the second photo. Classy wedding or shenanigans?
Dude, pls give it a rest
Part of the purpose of this project was to return Sherman Ave. to the neighborhood rather...
If you're eating anything besides the oysters at Old Ebbitt, you're doing it wrong.
it looks great now while the median is still green. Check it by next summer and it will...
“…and that is why we are not having jerk chicken for dinner.”
He was a fire crotch, need I say more?
Well, how about that? It turns out you can ignite Natitude.
Ah, this is Pepco’s backup generator!
No serenade, no fire brigade, just pyromania.
What am I going to do if no one else brings the marshmallows and chocolate?
William insisted he could ‘last minute’ organize the Friday night bonfire without using his smartphone or the Internet…
Tony Robbins promises this won’t hurt.
Burn it and they will come.
On Thursday evenings happy hour at a local gastropub matt had 3 conversations with friends.
1. That street cars emphasize multimodal and TOD economic investments in revitalizing neighborhoods, yet can fail to recognize delicate issues of displacent and access, leading to a disenfranchised senior population
2. That he preferred Kushiyaki to Sashimi, depending on the type of saki of course.
3. That the weave of a Brooks Brothers shirt was inferior to English Laundry, but the he still preferred BB
On Friday, Matt set fire to his hair gel, bikeshare fob, and Vida membership card.
You’re gonna stand there, ownin’ a fireworks stand, and tell me you don’t have no whistlin’ bungholes, no spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker doos, hoosker don’ts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers, with or without the scooter stick, or one single whistlin’ kitty chaser?
At my last cookout I brought in an authentic fire starter from papa new guinea for just the right kind of vibe. I even brought in water from new York to douse the flames.
Occupy Shenendoah is getting kind of sad.
We told Akin that the gates of hell would open if he didn’t keep his big mouth shut. And now look what’s happened.
So long, sleeves. We had some good times together.
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Add one more show to the long list of DC-based reality show failures: Survivor DC.
After the big tent revival, Ted felt a little empowered. If Jesus could walk on water, then he could walk through fire!
After many days and many nights (due to tie and fastener renewal on the Blue, Yellow and Orange lines), and a journey across both a river and a sea of tourists and government contractors, Samuel finally found it: the hellhole known simply as Arlington.
“… and then… they allowed D.C. residents to have representation in Congress…”
The first Capital Fringe Fringe Fringe Festival really could have used better advertising and funding.
It turns out, Moses was actually a just college dropout from Santa Cruz, California who just tripping balls.
“It’s a beach party in Vietnam! Cooking hot dogs with napalm…”
(With apologies to the Dead Milkmen)
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
Ever since the Pepco outage, Mark was never the same.
Jimmy makes sure he is truly self-reliant as the Romney-Ryan campaign preaches; he’s now confident he can survive the next derecho.
Umm, yeah. About that Sabbath commandment. We may have a small problem. Exactly what day is the Sabbath again? Does football and tailgating constitute keeping it holy?
It was at this point that Bob began to see the flaws in his backyard fracking plan.
“I said I was sorry. I meant ‘forcible’ fire, not ‘legitimate’ fire.”
Now *there* is a crotch that can actually shut that whole thing down.
Josh was pretty down after the restaurant rejected his concept for Busboys, Poets, and Pyros.
I guess I learned a valuable lesson from this – never buy Burning Man tickets on craigslist.