Mission Mission

Girls Girls Girls is down in South America somewhere right now, in a town where horses behave like pigeons. They’re wild, they’re dirty and sickly, and they eat trash. What a world!

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If you have a buddy who’s been crashing on your couch for too long you could bring this into the living room when he’s asleep and then write him rent tickets.

If not you best leave it be.

Plus, it’s a newfangled one, so there aren’t a bunch of quarters inside that you could take to the arcade.

I’ve always wondered what they do with ice cream carts at night; storing them in the hallway like a bike didn’t seem like a reasonable option. Imagine tripping over them in the dark and waking your roommates with those bells…

Some print publication wanted to know:

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But the question is, are they still good to eat?  Coming home at 3am from a ’90s flashback gone right, you start to wonder these things.

Kickass NASA trick, Bailey!

The party starts at 4pm, goes til 8. Broke-Ass Stuart tells us what’s what:

Every Sunday, from 4pm – 8pm (or until I get my hands on it), FREE vegetarian fare is served, along with a slew of drink specials.  The food changes weekly, but past dishes have been eggplant lasagna with homemade dough, roasted butternut squash soup and vegetables, and spicy pad thai with crunchy peanut sauce.  Repeat after me:  Hells to the yes!

Read on!

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Chelsea, I really hope you purchased this gem.

It’s right up there with Primo’s “nasty” shirt. The only thing that would be better is a Bartenator vs. Bartbo hoodie.

From the “talent gigs” section on Craigslist:

Starting a carnival: Looking for weird ass people (mission district)

Are you weird?

Were you born with webbed toes? do you eat fire? are you a midget with a strange skill? Are you a man with a normal sized body and one huge bicep? are you a 7 foot tall woman with gigantic boobies? do you have two noses?

If any of the things mentioned above ring a bell, or if you’re just plain weird…then we want you!

Why? Because we’re starting a carnival. In the Mission. Preferably at Dolores park.

We need performers! Look, the economy sucks, so if you’re not up on the modern man’s hustle (aka startups, aka taking money from rich people to sit in the Summit all day and look for yourself on missed connections) then you’re probably sitting in Dolores Park doing nothing but drinking PBR and smoking weed. So why not get paid in PBR and weed for what you’re already doing for free?

Here’s your chance. Be weird.

• it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
• Compensation: PBR, weed, grilled cheese, or whatever else the citizens of Dolores park decide to pay us in.

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Talent is an asset! As is having deformities!

I would definitely pay somebody a grilled cheese for the chance to regard their pair of noses.

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Talent Is An Asset stumbled upon this little pigeon theater troupe gearing up for a performance in their little ramshackle playhouse.

Looks like it’s going better than that Spider-Man thing.

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