Today, I saw a baguette-legged, parentally-enabled, Rolly Fingers-moustached hipster nasally shrieking into his phone for all to hear about his new concept of painting art on the yoga mats of the infinite leisure-time Megans of Williamsburg for only $125 per hour. So I removed his Sunday night North Brooklyn Thai food exploration hand-carved ivory chop sticks from his murse and punctured his lungs. End of story.