There Will Be Snacks, There Will Be Snacks.

9.12.08. Shivery McPickles and Fred Swayze decide to pursue their lifelong dream and move to NYC.

9.15.08. The stock market died.

With a shrug of the shoulders and a "fuck it" attitude, they moved anyway.

They landed in Brooklyn. More specifically, Park Slope. Where people push these:


After several months of job searches, they landed jobs.

McPickles works in Midtown. Where people buy these:

Fred works in DUMBO. Where people drive these:

The sheer WTF? produced on a daily basis by the ostentatious belongings of others makes them angry. They chose to express this anger in the form of a blog. This blog. Here is the Mission Statement:

For decades, we found ourselves in an unhinged financial environment that coddled the wealthy, where fat-cats preyed on the working class, bilking them out of even the simplest life while doling out millions in payoffs to the sickeningly rich, atrophying executives, binging on non-existent wealth all in the name of capitalism.

And now we get to watch that era die.

That's what we're here for. As America folds in on itself, reverting to the needs versus wants society we always should have had, we get front row seats. Tuck in your napkins, because it's time to snack on the rich.

So welcome. Andrew Bird once sang, "There will be snacks, there will be snacks." We agree. Also, poop jokes from time to time.