On the wrapping of the soon to be Pinkberry on St. Marks poses the ultimate question.
Indeed.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Nail in the Coffin
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2 comments:
Maybe now the homeless punk kids will finally realize it isn't 1984 anymore.
"Fuck Pinkberry" that's all I have to say. That ridiculous excuse for overpriced yogurt shoulda stayed in LA.
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