Unless you live under a rock, you probably noticed there was a parade of things that would anger the Catholic church today in the Mission. Unfortunately for the 20-something cool-kid crowd, it started at 9:30 this morning. In the event you didn’t rail some lines off your iPhone while listening to Cut Copy to motivate yourself to get out there, I took some pictures for you.
Jesus Loves McDonalds
Justin Timberlake's illegitimate children.
"You know what would be really awesome? Hanging two packs or Marlboro's over this pig's head!"
If I don't see the DPW dancing while they recycle my Tecate cans from now on, I'm going to be severely disappointed.
This man must of been on drugs. He was just rolling solo down 24th dancing around with his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"If I hide under my cape, the demons cannot get me!"
"I think I'd like to look like a tourist on a Safari today."
"I wish people would get out of my frame"
"Don't worry, I'm tested."
"I drank some blended cactus and the next thing I know an orange demon from hell is humping grampa"
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can kill an innocent black man."
"The protest against Scientology never stops."
China Fun Fast Food serving up diarrhea on a stick.
I'm pretty sure there is a law against that.
Carnaval goers surely noticed the unseasonably cold temperatures. It provided the perfect excuse to strip your dog of all his dignity.
Businesses on 24th St. made you fight for your right to pee.
This young fellow, unable to find an available toilet anywhere, decided to just feed the pigeons last night's Chef Boyardee.
"With this bag, I carry an unfettered sense of style."
"I'm just going to get drunk, carry a whip and duct tape some Zs on a Mazda."