Volume 11 Τεύχος 2
Pictures from the VICE party.
I'm a culture junkie and I need a variety of RESOURCES at my disposal at all times. If I somehow forget to buy my Cigar Aficionado at the airport, I'm on a six-hour flight with nothing but my head up my ass.
That's right America. Canada is not cool. It's bigger than you, correct. It's home to great things like poutine (fries, cheese curds, gravy, repeat).
From the American perspective, Pakistan isn't far from joining the so-called axis of evil.
All we know about Israel is that we don't know nothing. Sure, Ariel Sharon is a fucking maniac and his new gigantic-fence idea is totally insane, but everyone knows that.
New York City gets over 40 million visitors a year but only 12 percent of them ever end up checking out Brooklyn. Why is that?
Every Friday Andrew WK calls up the morning show on Chicago's Mancow 101.FM and tells them what he did last week. This week's call was different:
New American parents are the worst. They pack a Zip-Loc bag of washed grapes everywhere they go.
From Glasgow to Derby to Leeds to Wales and back up again, every week of my life I've traveled the country on trains and coaches looking for other gangs of like-minded young men to punch, kick, and stab.