Prolvactin: Advanced Therapy For A Better Tomorrow

The Search for the Sixth Borough can be a sticky business.  We see strangeness, gross-outs, all kinds of
goof, plus we're always getting scared.  I found this taxicab parked on the way East Side of Manhattan,
right near Gracie Mansion.  It seemed Sixth Borough to me because I checked the internet for
Prolvactin and guest what:  It doesn't EXIST.

In an earlier incarnation of Frankie's Apartment, there was a soap opera part of the show called
"A Better Tomorrow" which took place in the then futuristic 2013.  But now it IS 2013, and
here I am finding a drug that is advertising advanced therapy for A Better Tomorrow.

One mention on the internet claims that this could be an undercover cop cab, but I think we just found
another jag in the Time/Space continuum.

Mr. Parfenix has other powers too.

Mr. P has his shrink drink.  But one time he made it wrong and discovered an alternate version that allows him
to shape-shift.  He calls it Fink Drink and mostly he uses it to seem young. 

The last time he became young, he got a fake ID so that he could go to bars.  As a younger Mr. P
he goes by the name Leftiris Troullouris, because this was name of the wicked chemist/bartender
who introduced Mr. P to Molecular Mixology.

I asked him, "Why not just stay old and go to O'Hanlin's or McGivney's or Tootsie's Bar and Grill?"
He said, "Why do anything?"  This idea actually is a perfect example of Mr. P's method.  You take the
long way around so that if you fail, you still have your insanity to fall back on as a career.
A complex man.  That's a complete collection of Pee-Wee's Playhouse dolls in the china closet
behind him by the way.  He even has a full-size Billy Baloney puppet but he won't let me play with it,
he keeps it in its original box, inside a garbage bag, inside a room in his apartment that mostly
resembles the depths of hell.  I'd sneak in there and play with it, but there's a troll at the door who
asks you riddles, and there's a lava moat, plus it's also where Mr. P keeps all his old poetry notebooks,
and if one of them starts talking to you, you're finished, all they do is cry about the good old days.

X Marks The Sewer

This looks like as good a place as any, to begin a "Quest For Treasure".
Which is also the name of my favorite Adventure TV show on Z-CAT.

Tied-up Lampost

I heard this poor lampost cry out, "Help!" "I can't get loose!".
Word is that Mr. Parfenix pooped on him a few too many times,
so Lampost sent a few electrical currents Mr. P's way which really pissed him off.
I guess the Pigeon Man got the last laugh on this one.

Fur-Breze

For those filthy puppets & creatures who can't be bothered to shower. 
(you know who you are)
Fur-Breze....The Fur & Foam Refresher!
Fur-Breze had a product-placement in the short film "Stuff!" a few years ago.
Unfortunately, it's appearance did not improve sales.

I have been using google. To your advantage

I have recently discovered google. I find I can be very useful to google and google users. I know a lot
about a lot of things especially cleaning. I am able to give advice to a lot of people on yahoo answers especially. I like to encourage people considering suicide to just go for it. Yahoo answers has them all.
I also like to google myself to find the best answers I gave. Sometimes I find images I approve of that 
are related to my name. In fact I have such a presence in the world (and of course the show) that 
there are of course a lot of images of me. The person who took this picture needs to actually learn 
how to clean, but I like the fact that the word housekeeping is in there. I would also like to say 
I hate Bill. 

The Dark Revenger

The Dark Revenger aka The Overcoat aka Alex aka The Prime Minister of Complaining, is not
only a member of the Life Isn't Fair Superhero Posse (Zaghaven's Finest), he is also a member
of the 6th Borough Yu-Gi-Oh Aficionados and the now defunct Howard the Duck Fan Club, which
he insists is not defunct.  Alex is also active in the Rain-Hater's Club because his house is literally
made of stacks of comic books and old TV guides (most of which he has memorized).  He was rendered
mute last Christmas at the Sixth Borough Holiday Party (where the entire Borough meets in
the Underground Caverns and parties all night) because he literally hit the most amount of
words a human being is allowed to utter in his lifetime.  None of us knew about this rule at the
time, but we asked the Sixth Borough Oracle and he said, yeah, every human is only allowed
to speak a maximum of 765 million kazillion words in his life and Alex hit that while he
was complaining about the sound people make when they bite into apples (at the holiday party).

FAPT sticker

Email Frankie if you want one

CLEARANCE on Winter Gear at Lord's

Take-Outs: Off The Wall

In the running for our "Best Chinese Take-Out Name" Contest.

Twan's Hot Dog Truck

Twan's cool.

People in the Sixth Borough, like Computer-Head and Rubbish the Rat like to walk right into the truck
and help themselves, so when it's hot, and Twan keeps the door open, he built himself this
spider-web fence to keep out the riff-raff.

Twan also painted the van himself.  He's a real asset to the neighborhood.
Not only does he make his own sauerkraut but he drives out of state to buy tons of
cigarettes so he can sell packs for 5 bucks each.  The cops leave him alone because
he gives them free breakfast sandwiches.

Meringue

FOUND: Jersey City Thrift Store

In between a Harry Potter and a Dragon Tattoo

Bill The Snowman's Labels

We all know that Bill The Snowman lives in the Freezer in Frankie's kitchen.
It seems like he's taken the "Label What's Yours" tradition for chilled goods a little too far.
I saw this label stuck to the side of an Ice Machine on Sorgum Ave the other day.
I asked him why he would label an ice machine like that?
He replied, "Because it's where I like to chill."
He also told me I'll be receiving a bill in the mail for his services related to answering my question.
What a doctor!

Sudsy The Snow Pile

Like we've been saying on this Blog, Sudsy the Ghost can take on many forms.
Be careful when you speak about him... he's a world class SPY.

Mumps The Vacuum Crawler

"Mumps" vacuums up all of the smelly fumes that fester in the Apartment.
Where those fumes go... is a complete mystery.
(I think it might have something to do with his skin condition)

Salute Your Sandwich!

CHEERS!!!

Kawaii Alien Play from Japan

Sometimes miracles do happen.  I follow an Instagrammer named RATTATATTAT.  Yesterday they posted one of these onto their account and today I commented on it, asking if it was possible to send me  some more photos of the play for the shlog.  Within minutes, Rattatattat came through.  I'm now waiting for a possible mini-synopsis, but we don't really need it to enjoy this epic production.

The only thing better than the backdrop are these cool Aliens.

This is my favorite kind of awesome thing that feels funny and at the same time heartbreaking.

These costumes make me wish that they'd declare a Space Theme for that "Fashion's Night Out" thing that
Vogue has been doing in September.  There's an idea.  A holiday dedicated to SPACE.  That feels right to
me.  That's the MISSING HOLIDAY I've been searching for all these years.

I'm not sure that this is the end, but it's the right one to close out this post.
All hail the Kuwaii Alien Play!

Venusian Fruit Stand

Suffice it to say, Venusians are not really into fresh produce.  So head inside for some Fruit Pills
and Vegetable Powder.  

Full Crowd Scene at Bickel's