Cabinet Shop Removes Cellphone Sign: Everybody PANIC

Recession my ass; we're in a fucking Depression.

Talk about an economic indicator that should make you shit your pants: The Cabinet Shop has actually taken down the infamous sign that FIPS first railed on back in December.

Ah Christ, I almost feel bad - I always thought I'd feel some kind of obnoxious sense of satisfaction when the shit inevitably hit the fan for these guys – but no such luck: I'm far too busy fretting over how bad business must be for everyone if these guys were actually desperate enough to take down their beloved fuck-you.

Oh well, the economy ain't gettin any better, and laughter is the best medicine - so, to that end, here are some other window signs that The Cabinet Shop will probably have to resort to in the struggling weeks and months again:

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This Is Why I Love Park Slope Reason 1,344: Entitlement

From Daily Intel:

[A note] "spotted, on a mailbox at Carroll and Eighth Avenues this morning, this desperate plea: "MAILMAN: I accidentally dropped a copy of the movie 'HOT ROD' in here today. Can you please return it to the VIDEO FORUM on 133 Seventh Avenue so that I do not get heavily fined. Thank you."

Wow.  I mean, I guess it is a simple request...and certainly is a pleasant enough note. But the fascinating thing (to me, at least) is that there is someone out there...in my very nabe, with the casual audacity to:

1. Even think of asking this in the first place...of the motherfucking mailman

2. Doing so without even acknowledging that this DVD return is a somewhat unusual request...certainly far outside the realm of a normal mailman's duties.

3. Provide no further contact information, which therefore;

4. Doesn't even allow for the possibility that the mailman *might* not do as they were asked.

Also, uhm....HOT ROD??? You paid $3.85 and rented the movie HOT ROD?!

I feel like someone took my brain out of my skull and scrambled it up in a blender...I mean, W-O-W.

I sincerely hope someone creates a worthwhile psychological case study based on this incident.  And also that the mailman in question did NOT return that video.

Please Don't Look *Directly* At The Photo Below...Cover Your Eyes, And Then Peek Through Verrrry Slowly

Can someone....A-N-Y-O-N-E explain to me what in the Christ is going on in this man's pants?

WHAT is this? 

I mean it!?  I don't get it?

Is this guy just packin major heat?  Is this the work a faulty underwear sitch?

I almost threw up....on the Q train. Lookin at this shit for 20+ mins.  And then remembered that I should just take a pic.

I need answers....

Park Slope Name Change? It's On!

vidro3's reasoning behind this whole discush does seem a *bit* weak ("Since no one can ever agree what qualifies as Park Slope vs. Windsor Terrace vs Sunset Park vs South Slope etc. I propose we just call the whole thing off and decide on a new name for the area"), but fuck it we'll play along.

FIPS officially casts its vote for: Obamanutville (which is currently in the lead! Wheeee!).

[Off to go register www.fuckedinobamnutville.com]

(via Brooklynian)

Peeing in Your Boss's Snapple is: a. Hilarious b. Disgusting c. Inevitable?

(image via Brooklyn Paper/Allyse Pulliam)

Urban Alchemist has been running an art exhibit called Dirty Secrets. Basically you write down a deep/dark/dirty secret on a piece of paper and then they hang it in their front window.

1. Rad!
2. Which one of our FIPS readers "felt so put upon by his bosses that when they went on vacation, he urinated in their Snapple bottles and then watched in glee when the bosses drank from them days later?"

(Daily Intel via Brooklyn Paper)