My roommates and I have declared Stoop Day (October 5th) to be one of our apartment holidays. On Stoop Day, one traditionally drinks a 40 oz. bottle of malt liquor in a brown paper bag while sitting on the stoop in front of their apartment. The whooping of at passing ladies is encouraged, although whooping volume is not important. Cigars contribute to the feeling of celebration.
It took me a little while, but I remembered the URL to your blog.
It’s kind of nice to think that *some* of the assholes in Boston are at least just fucking around.
Hopefully one of the ladies stood up for herself, though.
I haaaaate the creepy dudes in the city.
I don’t think either of the two passing ladies heard our whooping. We mostly just whooped at speaking volume and to each other.
THAT WAS THE BEST PART
hey doofi,
just got back from circumventing the globe in a quest to find the ‘ultimate’ stoop. I know, didn’t ever expect to not see me getting my groove on @ 1st/main, well, the Stoop-Man is always down for new things, dig?
Although, not necessarily a traditional stoop, current fave:Caucasian steppe. But that’s how Stoop-kid rolls, always taking the path least traveled (usually not a path, when I gots my stoop on).
Its about time you dinguses have given the stoop kid some recognition. That football-head never gave me any cred, and Olga, well don’t get me started. I digress. I have been a little hard-old on Arnold, as his brain-cancer has been spreading; yeah, his cranial shape isn’t exactly normal – big surprise.
.sent from my blackberry.