Lofting all the way to the bank.
If you’re not sure then I’m not sure.
A satellite dish that only picks up garbage, and you can never change the channel. That’s entertainment?
Literalism: potentially the cause of some confusion and/or disappointment among certain cultural niches.
Safe European Home.
San Franciscans evidently believe in signs.
A conspiracy between the Mission’s cotton candy and balloon vendors results in a sky of maximal prettiness.
Used to smell like: people going to see Wicked.
Currently smells like: people about to be wicked.
If the graf haters see this and still insist on hating, then they can’t be helped. It’s like trying to get someone who only digs 18th Century French cow paintings to sit in front of a Rothko for five minutes.
