Yesterday, we posted a Craigslist "Missed Connection" about a boy seeking a girl he saw on the L train, who he was pretty sure had a "free WiFi" tattoo. A reader sent us a link to this LiveJournal post, and, well... at least someone out there definitely does have a "Free WiFi" knuckle tattoo. (Somebody should tell the people behind this book—No Regrets, the encyclopedia of the craziest tattoos of all time.) Click for a close-up! We're hoping to get an interview with this tattoo's owner, so please include any questions you'd like to ask.

"Did your tattoo say 'free wifi'?" asks a 21-year-old Craigslister of a girl he saw on the L train, adding that he "would really like to know."

Remember Dash Snow, downtown it-boy artist who worked in the "Jizzing all over on NY Post headlines" motif? Yes well, he's been keeping busy making these: $62 limited edition t-shirts reading "LEFT ALL WASHED UP." Exactly as you would have guessed. [WeSoldOut via Animal]

"Hello, Dad," begins Nate Hill, the leader of the Chinatown Garbage Tour, which encourages participants to build "monsters" out of dead animal parts found in the trash. "I thought you might like this piece that I made because it looks like African art, and I know how much you love African art." He then shows us the "head" part of "the E.V.E. Project, the life size female human being that I'm currently sewing together. It should be complete around September." Happy Father's Day! [via Young Manhattanite] Click for the video, Dad—and fuck you.

Seriously, how wasted do you have to be to get locked in a Williamsburg bar? Pretty wasted! "Really wasted but super nice," one of the Trophy Bar's bartenders tells the New York Times. Anyway, he passed out in the bathroom around 4a.m. and everyone went home. He called multiple people for help, but they were total assholes about it:

How do you get 761 responses from the denizens of hipster messageboard Williamsboard.com? By asking them to "post the most recent picture you have of yourself." Interestingly, every single picture is totally unique. [Williamsboard]

At least three staff members of the New York Observer live in Williamsburg, the Brooklyn neighborhood where every description was already a cliché like, ten years ago, dude. And they're determined to parlay their job at a somewhat relevant media outlet into some easy hipster sex this summer. So today they put together a long and infuriating package about living the post-college high life in "Williamsburg College." The two theses of the story are "Williamsburg does not blow!" and "it's not that different from college anyway." Only one of which is true.

From one of our kickball moles: "bklyn kickball was fun [last night]. i actually overheard a rumor that someone from Gawker must be on one of the teams, how else could they always know so much. maybe there will be a witch hunt! everyone was talking about the macy's pirate arrestee, again. no fights in my games, just some good old fashioned arguing and yelling at the umps. the styro-beers from Turkey's Nest were delicious as always... now, it seems there's some people left out, and they're turning to other leagues (gasp!) and forming their own teams... i guess what's great about it is that these kids are turning to their own resources outside of this exclusive Brooklyn league. they're almost like dissidents. if this was Singapore, they'd be jailed." [Photo: Greg Straight Edge]

Gothamist.com, the NYC news-about-town blog, today posted a straightforward item about a 19-year-old woman who was raped in her apartment building in Soho last night. They described the suspect: "a black man, about 5'8" and 200 pounds, with a possibly pockmarked face, and he may be between 20-30 years old." Now, we were under the impression that Gothamist's readers are mainly drawn from the broad hipster demographic. So either our impression is way off, or many hipsters are thinly-veiled racist fucks (somewhat true, actually). Because the comments quickly turned into a call to throw black men off buildings:

Tired of seeing all those "cool" brand collaborations like "BAPE X FRESHJIVE X PUMA RAZOR T SHIRT WITH THREE LOGOS, $55," etc.? Well now collaborations are coming to the common folk! Cool hipster hip cutting edge Japanese retailer Beams is teaming up with your favorite store, 7-11, for a collabo-branded pack of stationery. We quote: "The latest collaboration by Japanese select shop Beams is with 7-Eleven, producing a stationery collection that includes pens, sketchbooks and sticky notes." Because co-branded stationery is not just a Tokyo thing any more. [Monocle via Hypebeast]

At a new condo in the East Village in NYC, a volatile mix of summer weather, a rooftop pool, gays, hipsters, and wealthy young hedge fund yuppies conspired to form a party that resulted, predictably, in drinking, drugs, debauchery, and defecation. Disasters of this type never happened when all members of various disparate cultural groups stayed neatly separated from each other, in neighborhoods segmented by class, wealth, race, and sexual preference. A Curbed tipster gives a brief glimpse into this dangerous world in which ubiquitous money obliterates traditional social boundaries and brings together GayHipYups in search of intoxication:

Aww! The weekly hipster kickball saga in Williamsburg is bringing people together, sort of. A sad Craigslist poster implores a certain cute with bangs to stop showing up on game days: "you're far too distracting." (Click to enlarge.)

In case you're not familiar, hundreds of hipsters gather every Sunday in Williamsburg to innocently have fun playing sports with their friends, drink beer, and act the fool. But sometimes often, fights break out—the Brooklyn Kickball league is infamous for penning overlong, entertaining letters. The Post informs us (since when are they on the kickball beat?) that last weekend, en route to his kickball game, yet another rogue hipster kickballer got in trouble. He was arrested!

The results of our poll are in. And the winner is... Taylor! Congratulations, man. (Joshua, you were a close second.) If any of the contestants have a problem with the results of this poll—get in touch. We may just be willing to work something out with you. [Photo by Brad Walsh for Junk Mag]

Hello! It's not fair that girls are the only ones photographically exploited on this website on a daily basis. Luckily, there's a whole herd of guys, from Junk Mag's photographer Brad Walsh, lined up and ready to take their clothes off. Stripsters? Whatever you want to call them! So we're going to vote on the cutest! Here's how voting works: photos are technically SFW. Also: it doesn't matter if they're your type or not. Just pick one. Pretend they're the last men on earth, if skinny tattooed dudes aren't your type. Pretend it's 3 a.m. and you're at Duff's.

British stencil artist Nick Walker—whose name was recently floated by a leading website as a plausible answer to the question "Who is anonymous international superstar street artist Banksy, really?"—has been a busy man. Not only was he spotted painting a piece on the side of Thunder Jacksons in the West Village—which sparked all this Banksy speculation in the first place—he also did quite a nice giraffe-themed work on the side of Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg. We're still trying to pin down the true nature of the Banksy-Walker connection, so if you happen to have spotted Walker at work, email us. After the jump, two larger pictures [via Williamsburg is Dead] of the towering ruminant.

New Williamsburg transplant and former Gawker Joshy Stein (he lets me call him that) witnessed the mauling of the Bedford Avenue street sign and a traffic light by a dump truck last night. And then what happened? "Finally, I called 3-1-1. They said they couldn't help me but transferred me to 9-1-1..."

Remember the famous "West Bushwick" item from last year? It started as a post by Doree Shafrir in response to a story Cornell student Erin Geld wrote for the Daily Sun, the littlest Ivy college's student paper. Geld stayed with friends in a nonexistant neighborhood she referred to as "West Bushwick" for the weekend and was overwhelmed and intimidated by her perceived coolness of it all. She marveled at the big lofts, the "spooky lots and the occasional shady passerby," and the fashion parade of Bedford Avenue. She came to the conclusion that she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle living in such a crazy place after graduation! Well, guess what: now you've gone and done it. In Newsweek, the same writer blogs that because of the response to the "rather neutral" item on this website, her column was "TORN apart" in our commenting section, a "New York hipster club." This "hipster attack" from commenters "managed to chase me to California."

Bushwick, Brooklyn. Hope to working-class and poor folks, a large Hispanic population, white college-grad hipsters and their holy grail of communal living, the McKibbin lofts. (1 month of free bedbugs included.) Rents are cheap, for now. Expectations, however, are high. Bushwick, the lifestyle! Bushwick, the brand—it's all there on BushwickBK.com. And these young people would like to explain their clothes to you!