tom hanks clearly not sticking to the anonymous game as he challenges banksy to a turf war in the LES.

Found on Church Ave.

A couple of weeks ago we (Tone Tank, Susan Z. Anthony, and Baje) did a show in Philly, stayed at my cousin’s house in Bristol, PA and hit the Columbus Flea Market in New Jersey. It went something like this:

Isolina and Irma at Mazzanti’s Market, home of the best italian hoagies. One $16 hoagie is all the food you need for a weekend.

Even the scarecrow pirates be rocking FUBU out here. Weird place.

Tone’s boy-child Muffin has a ride with baby blue shoes. And of course his matte paint job was done in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

The Bristol Worldwide Washers Championships of Bristol.

When this random tweaker chick went extra tweak on Susan Z, we figured out people didn’t know how to handle an African Space Queen in Wawa.

This how we do at the Fishtown Lock & Gun.

Our friend/band? Safe. Not sure if he’s a friend or a band, but he’s our friend. Like Tone, he’s a fan of tank tops.

We hard body rappers. Leotard and Leopard are only one letter different from one another.

Word. Fuck them little motherfuckers.

Modern Lobster?

She wears the dashiki as well as the pants in this relationship.

That’s the name of the Tone Tank and Susan Z. Anthony side project.

We saw this broke down baby doll at the flea market, and thought she summed up the area pretty well. She had the whole white thing going for her, but she fucked it up.

Titty balls.

Get a pet parrot, name it Ghetto Bird. Teach it street slang, ghetto words.

Like life, except, not.

Beastorizer will be the name of Tone’s next album. Also, peep the beast button.

That’s exactly what everybody’s mom wants.

They have a woman selector at the Wawa. Future.

S.T.U.D.S.- Storm Troopers Using Divine Styles

and of course no trip is complete until somebody gets a bodybuilder-cock-guy with the word cock on his stomach tattooed on them.

Written by: Susan Z. Anthony and Tone Tank

most Photos taken by: Susan Z. Anthony

Stay tuned for the movie of our Bristol shennanigans and shoutouts to my cousins out in PA and my surrogate boy-child Muffin.

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I was in the cafeteria of the Amish market in Bristol, Pennsylvania and saw a man who had this tattooed on his arm. I WILL get this same exact tattoo somewhere on myself. Sorry it’s a crappy photo, you get the idea.