This sign is on the patio of a Mexican restaurant near Union Square.
Apparently, the tenants next door aren't people... they're a trigger happy alien race with sensitive cochlea.
Where's Captian Kurk when you need him?
This is a tourist on the DC Metro.
How do I know? Well, despite what you've heard about DC's crime statistics, there's a lack of apex hunters on the red line.
(Of course the gay penguins get off at Dupont)
Saw this book in a Barnes & Noble.
I think this is the last thing you want to be called if you suffer from a debilitating social disorder.
Coming soon, the follow-up: Mommy and daddy are divorcing and IT'S YOUR FAULT!