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There’s been a lot of talk about a “renaissance” in downtown Worcester because they put up a bunch of overpriced condos and a Jimmy John’s. Let’s check out what’s going on in the Woo at the intersection of Foster and Front Street right by Union Station.
Don’t worry though, the Woo Sox will fix all of this.
That intersection might be the worst light in Worcester. You could see at least 4-5 bum fights between green lights, and maybe if you’re lucky an episode of Junky Jams Remix. I’m pretty sure one of the chicks who was rolling around on the ground actually got into the black SUV and drove away. That’s how long the red light is. You have time to fight knobjob express and a bunch of her friends while waiting for the light to turn green.
The worst part about that video was the music. What the hell is wrong with music these days? Drake went and ruined hip-hop. I used to like hip-hop, but now it just sounds like some autotuned crackhead singing nursery rhymes.
I’ve watched that video 8-9 times and I still have no idea who’s on who’s team. All I know is the dude in the red jacket don’t play.
And I’m pretty sure he knocked out the flannel junkie lying in the left hand turn lane.
After that he kicks another guy in the face and tries to break up the inked up incubator ho’s pulling what’s left of the other one’s hair out of her roots.
Then the pumpkin spice chick comes over and tries to drag one guy out of there, while Phillip Seymour Slothman rises from the dead and starts doing the junkie crawl over to the center of the storm.
Then it turns into what appears to be a rugby scrum.
Except instead of fighting over a ball they’re all finna get that last crack rock.
At the end Slopqueef Sally notices something on the ground. What could it be? Her wallet? Phone? Library Card?
Turns out to be a hypodermic needle.
If this doesn’t scream “cultural renaissance” I don’t know what does. Obviously the city’s plan is going exactly how they hoped it would, as some of New England’s finest young professionals are rushing to downtown Worcester to take part in our vibrant nightlife scene.
The craziest thing was when they all just….walked off.
They still try to make it a mini-San Francisco, with no ocean. Tourist magnet for sure!
They’ve been trying to revitalize that city since Truman was in office. Unless someone can come up with a plan to pick it up and drop it down 40 miles closer to Boston don’t expect much to change in yours or your kid’s lifetime. Yes, East Boston and South Boston once upon a time were equally worthless piles of rabbit feces, too, but they’re both a 4 minute subway ride to the Financial District….
I rather illegals than junkies . They sucking up all the government money more than the illegals . Least the illegals will world for $3 an hour while junkies on the streets all dam day acting like fools and scramming off of people
Once a shithole…always a shithole
Look like Pawsox fans to me!
Well I can see those $2,000 apartments are “Now Leasing”. Want one? This will be your view!
It looks like he ones who got beat tried to get up and regroup for a counter offensive, but instead the woman found a crack rock that was misplaced and decided to regroup in an alley and plan their counter offensive.
I’m sure they were studying West Point military strategy books while they were blasting rocks, as to not lose the street battle next time.
At Hell on the Hastings, they’ll teach ratchet small arms tactics in the same class that they teach attacks on fixed positions held by a superior force, as demonstrated by 1LT Richard Winters’ small unit attack on Brecourt Manor on 6 June 1944.
That’s the best reply to any of my comments. Rock on brother.
…as demonstrated by 1LT Richard Winters’ small unit attack on Brecourt Manor on 6 June 1944.
A reference to a great man! In the boxed set of Band of Brothers, there is an interview with Dick Winters just before he passed. Winters was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for his actions, and has been considered for the Medal of Honor. Let’s hope he ultimately receives it.
Ratchets, junkies, and illegal aliens. A liberal utopia.
You fucking idiots in this state bet what you vote for
This is precisely why I don’t go into Worcester after dark . . . . . . Round ’em up and send them to Pawtucket, good exchange I’m sure . . . .
No better way to show the way in Mass. I’m so glad to have left that Commonwealth!
People that shoot in portrait and not landscape should be drawn and quartered.
They’re not going away at any time. You know the only solution to this is to shoot them.
Only Democrats will give a shit, and their opinion doesn’t matter.