Mission Mission

Jscinsf submitted this shot from Bryant & 18th:

Over which the following email exchange quickly transpired:

Vic:

Thanks, but that doesn’t even make sense. How do you return a fuck after your done “renting” it? Rentals generally refer to goods, not services. Unless “fuck” refers to a douchey person whom one might call a “fuck” (it’s a stretch), but why would you want to rent one of those? You can just go to the Marina and hang out for a couple of hours and get it gratis. This street artist clearly did not think this through.

Kev:

Ever hear of prostitution?

Kat:

If you’re not gonna give a fuck, you’re not gonna get a fuck, so why not just rent a fuck?  That’s my stance.

For more on “fuck”, there was a documentary film that came out a few years ago that covers the subject quite well.

There, that should settle the question as to whether or not what we do is journalism.

While we’re on the subject of street art, it might interest you that we were contacted by a notable men’s magazine about publicizing their video profile on Dickchicken. We unanimously declined; I think we’ve done enough for Dickchicken. We watched it and he’s a dick. I won’t link it but you can probably find it by googling a magazine that rhymes with “Greyboy”.

Overheard at Metreon, right after the movie ended: “What the fuck was that?!” Then dude threw his water bottle toward the screen (and missed). If it’d been my film, I’d be psyched. That said, the movie was pretty good, but not nearly as *totally mind blowing* as the above trailer was when we first saw it. Stanley Kubrick come back to life? Nopes.

What this has to do with the Mission District, I don’t fucking know. Metreon is on Mission Street? We talked about Michael Pitt Before? It’s late, I dunno.

Previously on Mission Mission: Michael Pitt Stifled By Airport Security