For a second, I thought about blocking out her number, but then how will Saibong call her? Also, she posted this on the corner of 14th and Valencia, and I think more people walk by there then read anything I post. Part of me is worried that this is just a cruel prank by Saibong, who, not being content with spending Julia's money and running up her credit cards, left a fake number in order to get Julia's hopes up, only to crush them back down. Restore my faith in humanity, Saibong.
In the worlds of late, great ODB, "sexy, sexy, sexy." Also, PUKE. Also, to each their own so ORDER AWAY, PERVS! I can't wait until some "creative" freak makes reusable diapers out of this stuff WHAT YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA HAPPEN.
Seriously, a bus crashed into a fire hydrant in Lower Haight tonight. Fucking AWESOME.
UPDATE: Vid from Elly.
Fashion Town is my go to spot for a birthday gift for a friend. I really want to get my wife that Boom Boom Pow shirt in the top right. Only issue with shirts with hella glitter is that you have to handwash this shit unless you want all your other clothes to be sparkly too. I would rock a lot of their gear but all the shit for dudes are crazy tall tees and I can't get down with that unfortunately.
My buddy Lander chased tail all the way to NYC and spotted this upper west side. Beyond the obvious question of "what the fuck is cal-mex?," I really feel like "mission style" is more of a raunchy 'hyper-local' sex position than brand o' burrito. Usually this the point of the blog post where I attempt to define said position, but considering if I was taken hostage for all the state secrets I know and my captors pulled off all my fingers to torture me, I could still count the number of times I've had sex in the Mission on one hand, I probably am not the most qualified to do such a thing. Maybe it's getting thrown up against the bathroom wall at Farolito by some drunk vegan girl wearing bright yellow lycra tights? Or maybe doing the "Donald Hump" in the Mission Police Station bathroom while listening to I Want Pussy by Ol' Dirty Bastard over your crappy iPhone speakers?
Someone fill me in.
I also bought this:
Zazzle is the amateur porn of the fashion industry, but that doesn't mean I love it any less. Up until last night, I didn't think there was anything redeeming about San Mateo. Then I found this shirt. "Finally, something to love. Where is my company credit card? Why yes, I would love another shot of plastic-bottle vodka and a Frank's RedHot chaser."
I must shake Frank's marketing executive's hand.