I Just Thesaurused “Poser”

March 2nd, 2010

So somebody out in San Fran thinks he got big enough britches to whup his old man? In an unprovoked act of blog douchery, 1977 mopeds decided to hand over the reigns of it’s typically snore-worthy blog to future New Yorker, current divorceeNoel, who promptly developed a unique, not at all recognizable style and slanged the mud at your blog’s truly. Since you apparently didn’t learn the lesson of the last guy, I’ll gladly remind you that summers in Brooklyn can get awfully lonely for those who enjoy shitting where they eat. Awfully lonely, indeed. So get back to mopping up the bondage leavins or sniffing Pat’s farts or fetching coffee for Papa or whatever you counter-jockeys usually do while the men fix the bikes. Leave the blog bombs for the big dogs. Biters get bit. Free DMX.

Oh, and we just signed the lease for our new space. Yeah, whatever. Fuck you, Noah. OUT.

NPR: Now not just for Liberals and lonely types who enjoy being pleasantly talked-to!

February 7th, 2010

The stink of a good story cannot evade the iron nose of the perpetually determined newshounds of Public Radio. Evidence: Studio 360 and their compelling Design for the Real World segment hunted me down and engaged me in some deep convo. Prepare yourself for the nasally ramblings of a man willing to sell moped culture up the river for his 15 minutes!

Kewt business, indeed!

The Winter of Our Discorntent

January 31st, 2010

In lieu of blogging about how it’s (still) winter and we’re (still) hibernating, here’s the submissions for the Orphanage Mopeds T-shirt Corntest that I, uh, abandoned. Sorry, moped friends. 2010 will see some OrphMerch, I swear to gawd, and you won’t be disappoint.
Thanks to all who threw their names into the hat. The corn has been disposed of.
pbgnar

copyright steve perry

uhhhh

sellin this at macy's

oldie but shamie

you're a real dick, charlie b.

This one’s got man-squeezers on it. Just be warned; not for those uncomfortable with a womyn’s body.

hardly knew ye

pie graph. get it?

Thanks again!

Wintercourse!

January 7th, 2010

Hello abandoned blogeteers! December was a cold, cruel month for the official Orphanage Moped Shop Blog. Why? Because it’s fuckin cold, kids. We’ve been approaching ol’ Jack Frost with enthusiasm, though, so here’s a belated Holiday/New Year update from yours-still-mopedish in Greenpoint:

-Had ourselves a non-secular Holiday party on 12/12 (You missed the 12% discount, didn’t you?) that was quite the yule good time of the winter. Even M23 (rival gang) showed up to wish us a snowy one. Enjoy the festive decor:
hard fuck woman
future ex-mrs. carroll
store restored
joke about christmas
splashybrowns is comin to town
-Them things we sell have been flying off the shelves. Tough New Yorkers have been braving the inclement weather to jump on the bandwagon. Atari Warfare Moped from Motion Left and a sleek Black Puch Maxi (that didn’t even make it to the sales floor) now have happy owners. Thanks for paying our rent!
-Someone other than us looks stupid in the press. Finally.
-Taco Bell reopened. We are currently wallowing in Grade D Bean Mix and scalding ourselves with Carmel Apple Empanada viscera. GLEEFULLY.
-The infamous neighborhood Greenpoint Hotel has been sadly de-hoteled. Now it is only a gross tenement building housing sad kid-feelers, no criminally misinformed out-of-town travelers.
-The Cincinnati Bengals won the AFC North and are headed to the playoffs. There shall be no jokes associated with football on this blog, people.
-Our Baton Rougean friend, Winston, came in second in the running for Most Downtrodden Orphan 2009. He’s a one-man bolt stripping army. There exists not a Metrakit he cannot seize. Silver Medal, Winny.
-Al Miller, frequently denimed half-asian from posts of yore, MK2 inside joke arteest, moped rally car target, friend and lover has yet again smashed his blue Puch into an unsuspecting automobile. 1st Place, little Al.
-Tiger Woods.
-Thunderhorse, Chicago captains of video jokery, moved to New York. Come to think of it, I don’t even think those guys even like mopeds anymore. Only coitus. Newsworthy?
-The Fact of the Day thing bombed. We admit our mistakes. Speaking of:
-Check out the soon-to-be-forgotten Orphanage Mopeds ongoing Q&A over at Formspring. Bradley’s doing a good job so far of using Wikipedia to alienate. Expect cryptic musings and NC-17 animated gifs.
-We’re half-heartedly selling stuff on eBay now. Go there, buy online, and complain that we didn’t send you a plastic dinosaur and broken Sheena Easton cassette tape in the box with your parts. Our trust funds have limitations, buyers. Sorry.

That brings us up to now! Only 2 more years until all hell breaks loose, so we’re going hard. Thanks for 2009. See you soon.
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Urinary Fact Affection

November 21st, 2009

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When gentlemen in medieval Japan wished to seal an agreement, they urinated together, crisscrossing their streams of urine.

“Hack, brah?”

November 14th, 2009

We continue “Fact o’ the Day” here at New York’s most yellowest moped emporium.

Facty:

Before 1850, golf balls were made of leather and were stuffed with feathers.

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Sweet wind-breaker, Nathan.

Actual. Factual? Spectactual!

November 14th, 2009

Wang depictions? Check.
Teets and their longitudal manipulation? Check.
Stank on your hangdown, buttcheeks and Mission 23? Check, Check, CBGB shirt, and check.

It’s all smel’asting a bit oaky, am I right?

¿Tiempo para muy fresca jokes en las bloggias?

Si.

Introducting… “Orph’ange Fact o’ the Day” – a daily proven published post (with choosy-moms-choose-GIF hotlinks!).

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F-F-FACT:

Dr. John Cohausen wrote a book in 1743 “proving” that one could live to be 115 years old by inhaling the breath of little girls. In his book, Hermippus Redivivus, Dr. Cohausen gave the following prescription: ‘Take 1 pound of gum olibani, 2 ounces of styrae, myrrh, and several other herbs, mix, burn, and inhale while at the same time imbibing the exhalations of the nearest little girl.’

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmm mm m.

When does rally season start?

2012 Came Early

October 22nd, 2009
The End of the World As We Know it

It has long been predicted that the day R. Due and Davey Pierce met, the universe would implode.

Well here is your warning. Time to grab your significant other  and hold them close before all of existence is gone completely.

Love, Dan

Oh yeah, I don’t know how to make links, so I hope you like your blog posts dry.

Art, Speech, Media, Love, Loss.

October 22nd, 2009

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Who shot yee? Hint: It’s usually someone you already know, Sir Smalls.

* Speaking of… diminutive and bespectacled shop CEO, Ryan, recently brokered a sleaze dipped deal with the fashion porn up-start, Jacque Quarterly; free prop bike rentals for free shop advertising. Oh yes, and complimentary hard copies too. Bald? Yes, more!

* We’ve been… Thunder Horsed! Video DJs, Alex Gvisvtckkschtch and Taran, of the The Incredible Shrinking Moped Gang are in town shopping for Desert Storm T’s, Pomade-resistant white Levis and… apartments. Let the Great Eastern Migration commence.

* Plus-sized Blog Captain, Nathan, has gone off the grid and onto Cuteness Trail II: I Get Intercourse This Time, Right?. The second run of the Bonny & Clyde style road adventure, but in place of robbering banks, Nathan and his lady will antique shop, argue about the rental’s gas light, and ignore each other’s physical needs. It’s truly Mr. Roadmaster’s last ride.

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.

Wintert’s A-comin.

October 6th, 2009

Hello brave consumers. Here at the Orphanage Moped Shop, we are entering into the chilly fall months (it’s 65 degrees outside) which means less moped ridin’ and more moped storin’. So, being the kind NYC moped despots we often claim to be, we are proud to offer you the following storage options for when you hang up the moped and bust out the mittens:

-Storage, paid up front at the time of drop off: $60 per month.
-Storage, paid monthly: $75 per month, paid no later than the 5th of each month.

And, as an added bonus to our space-leasers, a discounted labor rate!

-Hourly labor rate for repairs and upgrades while in storage: $45 per hour.

Use the harsh Large Apple wintery months to get that bike all kinds of gussied up! Yeah dude! If you’re interested, send us an email, then we’ll send you one, then you’ll reply, and we’ll send you noodz:

info@orphanagemopeds.com

Also! We’ll be selling stuff we normally wouldn’t sell to make room for the storagings. So if you’re looking for a winter project ‘ped, want a nice new bike to add to your fleet, or just want to take advantage of our close-out deals, give us a call or stop by the shop within the next few weeks to check out our offerings!

Winter sports are stupid! Come be our snow bunny.

Blogos! Blog of Fate!

October 3rd, 2009

Didja notice the blog’s back? Didja?

Not like we’ve been updating or anything: been too busy working real jobs (or fake ones in Richmond.) In gooder news, we’re now a dealer for Fulmer Helmets!

Dibs on being Fonda!

Also, we’re selling shoes now.

Plus, porns.

The Most Striking Images From Around the World

September 17th, 2009

It’s a slow n00wz day, my child. Gander these award winning photographs.

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Shame Weeked!

September 12th, 2009

Rally party is done and gone. Shit was heavy, heavy. A group got rolled over by mom’s white Lexus, including The Orphanage Moped Shop’s own personal be-jeaned Asian, Alan Wu. Luckily everyone survived with minimal injury. Lesson learned? Bed Stuy, Do or Die. Next time all rally’s will partake in the Hamptons. Sad Face. Otherwise, total blastations.
Like this:

Only with better parenting.

Shame Weekly

September 5th, 2009

Not a single hitch so far. A smooth running machine. Well oiled, clockwork.

Nothing like this has happened. Nor this.

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See ya at the Mission 23 shindiggery tonight!

New Website Coming Soon(ish)!

August 25th, 2009

Following in the footsteps of Web 2.0, the Orphanage Moped Shop Website Extravaganza will be launching whenever! That’s right, whenever! New features:
-EFF AYY QUUUUE!!!
-Bikes for sale! Bikes for sale! Please buy our bikes, we have rent.
-LINKS FUCK YEAH LINKS
-Orphanage Team Protein Proteam Pro Bios and Specs
-Hours of Operation
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 5 Fansite
-AND, Papa!

Papa?

PAPA:

Welcome VillageVoice.com Readers!

August 20th, 2009

Don’t worry, we don’t really “rumble” on the “web” or consider ourselves a “gang” no matter what a “journalist” may blog. Speaking of which, since we’re perpetually bitter and looking for more “jabs” to launch forth, here’s another rundown batch-o-comments direct from the stink itself:

Top 5 greatest Mehs:
5. Chuck Melihercik says:
you wrote an entire blog with research because somebody at wired said somebody else wasn’t concerned with other people’s opinions? weak.

4. Mike says:
The voice hits another low. Nothing more than a rag of gossip and rants. Piece of crap journalism, Im tired of reading about hipsters. That’s why I don’t go to diehipster.com, don’t bring that trash on here.

3. The same guy also says:
Next time, try writing something with integrity, or your career will go nowhere you joke.

2. Chuck Melihercik, apparently unhappy with his initial observation, says:
You wrote an entire blog withe research and links because some “journalist” at wired claimed the group was unconcerned with appearance? There weren’t even any quotes to that effect. WEAK.

1. GustoMusto says:
I still miss Cindy Crawford’s House of Style.

Thanks for visiting! Please leave us comments themed after what the headline would be if the New York Post did an article about us. Bonus points for using the pseudonym “BAM” or punning “A-Rod.”

Media Moped Love Fest XXX

August 14th, 2009

The shop has gotten more media luv this summer than a celeb death/ nipple slip combo. One’d think we were selling deep fried vibrating pocket vaginas, dipped in nacho cheese, served on a stick with a side of ranch… by the way these journa-bloggist come around here.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (our fave) With two more in progress.

Yarn has been spun, pictures popped, puns abused. Moped culture has been blandly described to your Aunt Tina, at a 5th grade level. But what has been the readership reaction?
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100% positive!

Top 5 greatest hates:

5. Hipsterminator wrote:
OK. Kill Me!!! Kill Me NOW!!!!

These gay fucks call themselves “The Orphans”.
These gay fucks ride FUCKING MOPEDS!!!! WTF???
These other gay fucks call themselves “HELL’S SATANS”!!!! HOW FUCKING ORIGINAL???!!!
These gay fucks look like Little Orphan Annie could kick their asses and send them running back to Wisconsicolatuckyfuckwad!! OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!!!

4. ParkSlopeIsAYuppieToilet wrote: I ride a 1000cc ADULT bike. I can’t even imagine being a grown man tooling around on one of those inbreds’ put-puts. Fucking embarassing.

3. JN wrote: They ruin everything useful… bikes, mopeds, irony, coffee, alcohol… they take things that can be useful in certain cases, and destroy them, make them ridiculous.

2. Bill wrote:
A Coney Island beat down would be nice.

1. Black Twingle wrote: When someone breaks down ’cause they’re too cool for a fuel filter, you should just shoot them dead and ride on – then use the light of their burning moped to pick a new member from the ravening hordes of prospects that line the route of your triumphant progress. You should be led by James Earl Jones in character as the Snake God from that Conan movie that came out in the 80s.

For the record, we did not destroy coffee, it’s always been hot, disgusting dirt water.

See y’all at The New Yorker comments page in September.

Oh Mahoney…

August 12th, 2009

I’m feeling very Police Academy-prone today. Beat the rain to the shop and spend a few hours until we finish Citizens on Patrol. No Sgt. Nick Lassard. Only Guttenberg. Wallet’s gotten comfortable already:

Ja Wohl!

Also, mopeds.

WIRED Magazine Maintains Relevancy by Hopping Aboard the Moped Bandwagon

August 10th, 2009

A month or so ago, a smart fella named Bryan came by the shop for too long (3 weeks? C’mon Bryan, get a girlfriend) and took some mahogany-inducing pictures for a photo spread commissioned by Wired.com. Do yourself a favor and go there now to awe, mouth agape, at the marvelousness that is/was the salad days of the Orphanage Moped Shop.

Picture reprinted without permission because my name was misspelled without my damn permission. Also, “Rebels Without a Hog” pants-poopingly retarded.

God of Blunder

August 8th, 2009

Novelty RocknRoll goes nicely with our new stock. Stop by and marvel at
Ryan’s tongue. I’m the kitty-kat. Bradley’s whichever member of Kiss lies a lot.
Also, KristenP from Cincinnati is our tri-weekly dirt catcher. Shop-cat Wallet is jealous.