Blazer Manpurse has never been a slave to fashion, kay? I have a BFA, but I don’t wear those dumb ’70s glasses, I don’t own any soccer shoes. And I certainly know better than to pull something like this:
This reminds me of that really skanky, over the hill lady at a party who mourns the loss of hotness with rub-on tanning cream, a conspicuous thong, and several pounds of “funky jewelry.” If this building was a famous actress, I’d have to send her to my new favorite web site for a much-deserved bitchslap.
Plus, if you squint really hard, it looks like it says “Oligarchy.”
Moving along, thanks to everyone who mouthed off at our recent “new slogan for Durham” contest. Our expert panel of cranks and substance abusers has determined the winner, submitted by the entity known only as Dead Bastard. It reads thusly:
We couldn’t agree more. The aforementioned illegitimate corpse will receive the promised “fabulous doodad,” a key fob with a difference:
Thanks for playing, and look for more pointless, snarky contests soon.
And for god’s sake, keep buying real estate!