Urban Crowd Surfers Pillows

This town ain't big enough for the one million, five hundred and thirty two thousand of us.

City Marathon.

"This next song is just a song. Try not to read anything into it."

'Ever since I started reading the newswpaper online, he's been bringing my computer to me.'

"Could you pass me up? I'm in row one."

'I agree. You should definitely increase your refresh rate!'

"See! Thousands of new listeners."

'It's too late! Bob's brain has been sucked out by the internet!'

Fan-Centric Stadium

Sounds of the market hitting all time highs. . .

Rock & Roll

"You've got web feet"

"And here's one I made up called 'Mama's Last Nerve.'"

Gymnast's Commute

"I can't log-on. Some-one disabled cookies."

"Well, well, looks like we got ourselves a coupla city types here, and a couple more city types right behind 'em, and a whole mess o' city types transferrin' to the Queens-bound F train."

'You beached again, didn't you?'

Connected to the world

"No, no, no. Double-click to open. I'll walk you through it one more time. Go get your leash."

"Can you surf the net - I'd like a second opinion."

'I'd like to have my name legally changed to 'Dot Com.''

Sometimes, when she was bored at work, she would graze around the internet.

Baby on Surfboard with sign 'Baby on Board'.

Didgeridoos

"At least it's not as busy as last night!"

Fashion Magazine: In/Out/Back In.

'I call this exercise 'Urban Aerobics'

Moving Van.

Line for a funnel cake stand.