— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I'm in love with everything about this obscenely bitchy note about a dog pooping on the sidewalk: the red text shadowing on the title, the yellow matting, the threat of legal recourse for continued pooping, the suggestion to give the dog away, and wrapped up with a friendly “Thx!”
I can only imagine the exciting horror it must be to have sex with this person.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Well, this is a clever way to protect your rape van from petty crime: cover your smashed out window with a bed sheet claiming you have a guard dog lurking in your van. Our investigation of the vehicle revealed that there was, in fact, no dog present, $1.73 in change in the ashtray and a really nice iPod charger.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I love the new 7x7 website! Today I went to visit one of my favorite 7x7 blogs only to find out that they 404ed that shit. Normally the axing of their entire blog network would be news, but they upstaged themselves by getting the most confusing 404 animation I've seen to date:
7x7's mascot, Robby the Roasted Red Rooster (??), can't seem to fly for shit and hits a tree on the way to San Francisco. Apparently Robby is up in Mt. Sasta because the last time I saw that much pot near a snow-capped mountain I was picking up a 62-year-old hitchhiker that smelled like he slept in cow shit for warmth.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Reader “mailorders” snapped this epic pic and shares this story:
This started out as a heated confrontation when the dog ran at the guy in the t-shirt, threateningly barking. This dog has a history of being noisy and somewhat unruly; I don't think that he's dangerous, but if somebody doesn't know dogs, they're bound to think that the dog is about to attack. His guardian, the guy with the buzz cut got mouthy and even as the guy in the t-shirt was walking away, the dog continued to follow him, barking all the time. I guess it escalated from there.
There you go people. Don't own a dog. Thanks mailorders!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Fuck this, kill all sea creatures!
(photo by Octoferret)
* A quick google on the flickrnets indicates that this Fillmore piece in the Lower Haight is at least a year old, but it's new to me.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I think they were pissed about Spain winning the World Cup.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Do you have $950 and a burning desire to own a cow-print chair made with bull horns? Well head to The Touch on Valencia and mortally wound your relationship with all your vegan friends.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
One of my favorite things about living on Capp is that it's not a rare day that someone pisses or pukes or shits on my stoop. In fact, the decrepit pieces of nature at the corner of 23rd and Capp are usually full of shit. Literally. Fresh Step to the rescue.
Problem Solved.
