Foul Mood Friday: Join the movement.

Lower East Side, NYC.

"Mr. Fries Polaroid to a white courtesy telephone... Mr. Fries Polaroid..."

Chelsea, NYC.

It seemed like everywhere Phil went there was a drug ad. At least it wasn’t two naked baby boomers in bathtubs this time.

Chelsea, NYC.

The only thing Dick recognized about himself anymore was that goddamn nose hair. 

West Colfax, Denver.

Igor was T-minus 8 hours from finally being able to stop saying it was, “an honor just to be nominated.”

Runyon Canyon, Los Angeles.

Shut your mouth, open your eyes and let the ridiculousness wash over you.

Yeah.

Palermo, Buenos Aires.

Reasons to just ridiculously love New York City: Because even our graffiti talks about how expensive it is.

Meatpacking, NYC.

Throwback Thursday: When art and nature come together to form ridiculousness, it’s magical.

Please note the small leaves someone has attached to the bodies. Oh, humans.

Dumbo, Brooklyn.

Throwback Thursday: Che often walked a fine line between self-deprecation and ridiculousness.

Lower East Side, NYC.

Christmas was finally over, but Santa was still trying to make it all about him.

Typical.

Chelsea, NYC.

Throwback Thursday: Well, hello there.

Soho, NYC.

Finger Sandwich Friday: Wishful thinking.

Southeast, Portland.

For just 3 cents a day, you can do something about all those unanswered cries for help. Please, get ridiculous today and start healing the world.

Chelsea, NYC.

Gail was aimlessly staring into space when, suddenly, she saw something that reminded her she still hadn’t had that mole looked at.

Chelsea, NYC.

"I don’t know, Al. After all we did for humanity, now we’re hanging on a chain link fence watching traffic go by. It’s ridiculous."

West Village, NYC.