Evening on Albion Street.
Peanut butter and jelly tones. It goes well with milk and a butler. If only the Mission had the same standards as Pac Heights. You all must get sooo tired of wiping your own asses. Thank god for disposable gold sheets of toilet paper!
WAIT, I should clarify. Gold Sheets of toilet paper are really good for Irish gingers to handle, which are the only types of Butlers in Pac Heights we have.
Your work here is done. You have achieved complete troll failure.
The only failed trolls are the ones to be seen huddling around their rank steins in their dank mission dives. The sylvan elven residents of the marina would never dare trod there. We know who you are, ‘blah.’
Why you taking pictures outside my house?
That shit’s creepy.
The blog so nice they named it twice. (And to be clear, it's mostly about the Mission.)