You forgot to include the update from Deadspin that makes the story even better: Update (11:52 p.m.): According to Folha, the man who was assaulted was not an employee of the Russian consulate, but was apparently impersonating one.
Guy has to be some weird operative of whatever replaced the KGB or just a mafia jiu-jitsu master. Either way, poor choice of mark by the robber.
Johnny, been slightly against your string of hot takes recently(I typically write off any man who doesn’t like dogs), but I’ll still lend a helping hand on this topic. The Marina Safeway here in SF has been a legendary meeting spot since the 70s known as the Dateway. Here is an older article from a chick’s perspective even. http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Shopping-For-Sex-At-The-Supermarket-Marina-2588666.php
So yes, go for it at the grocery store. Maybe buy a dog first. Can’t hurt those chances of catching a Beej.
Disclaimer: I moved 3 blocks from this place with my girlfriend(now fiance) a while back, so I never got to truly experience it’s glory(PGP). But hungover and watching from the sidelines while I actually shop, it seems like it’s reputation is well deserved.
Love your articles(minus the socks showdown of last week) and am damn glad that you, Jared, and Crash are carrying Grandex on your shoulders down in Austin. However, had you never moved out of SF, you would still get to experience the immense joy of year-round white pants. From the crowds outside of Tipsy to the patios of Tacolicious, there is always a solid stream of beautiful ladies with pants so white they make my pasty ass look like Oberyn Martell. We definitely don’t get the sundress game of other locales, but there has to be some trade off. White pants have magical powers.
You are aware of the term “Bro” right? As in very stereotypical dudes, just like a male version of a basic chick. Or maybe it’s just that time of the month and your frappuccino had your name spelled wrong.
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You forgot to include the update from Deadspin that makes the story even better: Update (11:52 p.m.): According to Folha, the man who was assaulted was not an employee of the Russian consulate, but was apparently impersonating one.
Guy has to be some weird operative of whatever replaced the KGB or just a mafia jiu-jitsu master. Either way, poor choice of mark by the robber.
Johnny, been slightly against your string of hot takes recently(I typically write off any man who doesn’t like dogs), but I’ll still lend a helping hand on this topic. The Marina Safeway here in SF has been a legendary meeting spot since the 70s known as the Dateway. Here is an older article from a chick’s perspective even. http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Shopping-For-Sex-At-The-Supermarket-Marina-2588666.php
So yes, go for it at the grocery store. Maybe buy a dog first. Can’t hurt those chances of catching a Beej.
Disclaimer: I moved 3 blocks from this place with my girlfriend(now fiance) a while back, so I never got to truly experience it’s glory(PGP). But hungover and watching from the sidelines while I actually shop, it seems like it’s reputation is well deserved.
Love your articles(minus the socks showdown of last week) and am damn glad that you, Jared, and Crash are carrying Grandex on your shoulders down in Austin. However, had you never moved out of SF, you would still get to experience the immense joy of year-round white pants. From the crowds outside of Tipsy to the patios of Tacolicious, there is always a solid stream of beautiful ladies with pants so white they make my pasty ass look like Oberyn Martell. We definitely don’t get the sundress game of other locales, but there has to be some trade off. White pants have magical powers.
Sounds like you need a good sock-of-the-month club, DeBreeze. Here you go http://www.footcardigan.com/
Leaving this here for DeFries…
You are aware of the term “Bro” right? As in very stereotypical dudes, just like a male version of a basic chick. Or maybe it’s just that time of the month and your frappuccino had your name spelled wrong.