Come on, there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to try this place out:
- It’s called BONERS BBQ
- It’s barbecue
- I love barbecue
- It’s in a easy to get to location
- It’s next to Turner Field
- I want a t-shirt
- IT’S CALLED BONERS
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If there was ever a restaurant that demanded to be noticed
A long time ago, I was at a place that had free wi-fi, on the condition that you had to provide an email address. I did, and I was apparently put on the Scoutmob mailing list, but seeing as how I do like the foods, I figured it doesn’t hurt to find out what gems there are in the city.
The other day, this restaurant was the joint of the day, to be offering 50% off with the code. I shit you not, but this is the actual name of an establishment down here in Atlanta. Boners BBQ. If I had a sip of a drink in my mouth when I saw the email headline, I probably would have snorted it up my sinuses, or spit it out outright. I could not believe this.
I fancy myself somewhat savvy to good eateries in Atlanta, but this one has completely slipped underneath the radar. What’s more impressive is the fact that they’re a block east from Turner Field, and I never once have heard about it until recently. Sure, it’s in the same parking lot where T.I.’s little brother gets gunned down in the cheap blaxploitation flick ATL, but hey, gentrification has to start somewhere.
I must sample this place out now. Furthermore, I demand that I get a t-shirt. I’ll enjoy having it, but never wear it, much like my “Ride the S.L.U.T.” (South Lake Union Trolley (Seattle, Washington)) shirt. I really hope that their food doesn’t suck, so I can competently suggest this place to friends and visitors.
Seriously – how do people in cities actually run out of gas?
Driving around the A-T-L, every now and then, I’ll see a car on the side of the road, obvious victims of running out of fuel. Sometimes, there will be a person in the act of pouring fuel into the gas tank, and other times, off in the distance, I’ll see someone walking to, or walking away from the vehicle; sometimes with a red gas tank, sometimes without, and they’ll have to pick one up.
Now if I lived out in Nebraska, or even a place like Kingdom City, Missouri, where the population is sparse, and the volume of gas stations are far more sparse than in a city like Atlanta, I could understand the occasional brain-fart in poor preparation, and once in a blue moon, running out of gas. But in a large metropolitan area like the city of Atlanta? How is that even possible? There are thousands of gas stations in Atlanta, so I’m pretty much baffled at how negligent people can possibly to where they end up stranded on the side of I-75 so frequently.
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If there were any fatalities
I won’t shed a single fucking tear. This picture IS the alternate route. Two fucking hours to get to fucking work is beyond absurd and the worst traffic I’ve sat in, in literal years. Fuck Atlanta.
Seen in Atlanta: Pull my finger
There’s something to be said about the culture of tagging in the world, but sometimes it’s funny to just see something kind of out of left field to get the mind wondering. Here in Atlanta, the popular tags are a head in a ski-mask, Pac-Man ghosts smiling broadly, the word “DOSE,” and a bunch of indecipherable marks that pockmark bridges, billboards, walls, and other public or private property that are illegally being desecrated. That being said, I can give some genuine appreciation to PULL MY FINGER, because there’s really no explanation needed. Most everyone knows what the joke is, and it’s kind of refreshing to see something that requires no explanation being used as vandalism over the esoteric, kind of bullshit tags that are scattered around the rest of the city. I mean, I like the Pac-Man ghosts as much as the next nerd does, but I have no fucking idea what the point of it is.
At least with pull my finger, there’s a modicum of sense being made, since it relates to fecal matter, and so many here in this fair city are full of shit, so there’s a connection there.
Seen in Atlanta: Fuck tha po’lice
There’s just something so gratifyingly amusing by seeing a police car getting towed away. There’s no body damage, and the wheels are all intact, and in all likelihood, it’s probably a squad car with some sort of debilitating engine issue, but I like to pretend that this cop car belonged to an overzealous, power abusive Officer Farva who overstepped even his law enforcement boundaries, and the car was towed away by a tow-truck driver that simply doesn’t give a fuck. Or, someone villainous type, richer and more powerful than the police decided that they didn’t like a police car too close to wherever, and decided to have it relocated.
How are these legal?
While I’m on the subject of license plates, with the exception posted previously, I tend to blur out plates, out of an unnecessary courtesy. It just seems like the right thing to do if I’m going to post the rest of these anonymous vehicles on the interwebs. That being said, I would like to state that the car in the proceeding image is 100% unedited. No Gaussian blur, no mosaic, no smudge tool applied. Yet, can anyone make out the license plate at all?
Which begs me to ask, how are these blackened-out license plate covers legal? The point of a plate is to provide identification to who might be driving the car, and to have a means of identification in the event that some accountability needs to be applied to a party. But these covers make plate legibility almost impossible beyond being right behind it. I guess I don’t have to guess too hard to imagine what effect they have versus camera-equipped traffic lights, either.
Does anything on a vehicle scream “I am a shady motherfucker who intends to push the boundaries of what’s legal inside of a vehicle” than these black-out license plate covers? Think about it. With these covers, the driver could drive like an idiot; speed, weave, aggro, HOV violate, all of the above, while witnessing motorists are hindered to possibly identify/report these perpetrators. These drivers could get into an accident, and speed off, knowing that victim(s)/witness(es) would be hindered to take a plate from an escaping vehicle. And so forth.