I’ve seen those signpost banners talking about the “Livin’ In the Ten”, referring to the Tenderloin. I think those are evil and whoever approved them needs to be fired. “The Tens” refers to where I usually score on IQ tests. I hope this answers your question.
(Disclaimer: Domestic violence is not funny.)
That’s funny that I would go to a wine bar the night before I had a final, but anyway… I’ve only really been to two. Hotel Biron and CAV. Of the two, I like Hotel Biron better. I think CAV has good sweet potato fries if I remember correctly.
I am not funny, at all. No, I’m not really performing at Nob Hill Theater this Friday. However, if you or anyone else promises to show up and tip well, I am definitely open to it. I have watched your video about seventy-hundred times in the last two days. Good shit. I like you, but I do, but I don’t.
I’m down, definitely. Perhaps Mission Bar when Chupa is working? You don’t want me on your side if we are getting into scrapes. I plan on hiding under tables. Luckily, I lived in your homeland for a year, so we can talk about things like your favourite colours and whatnot.
Probably not in a cabin by a lake.
That’s a great question, The Tens. You seem good looking, smart, and hilarious yourself. My answer is that I would come out to “Snakes For the Divine” by High on Fire. It’s an 8 minute 24 second song and I would make them play the whole thing before I would step into the batter’s box. By the way, I’ll hook you up with some tickets next year. Also, it’s “your friends” not “you’re friends”, you stupid cunt.
Thanks for the question,
I obviously love people, so I can’t speak from personal experience. However, I think if you pursue a career in stand-up comedy, dictatorship, or Wall Street, you will find a path to success. I am available as a pool boy once you’ve arrived.
Do I look like a bitch?
I will not agree to such a thing. That would be illegal. (Yes, I’m totally down. I’ll drive the getaway car. I’ve already made plans. Let me know when you’re ready.)
When I saw you squatting in the middle of the street, I thought, no, she can’t be peeing there. But you were. And when you saw me, you were kind enough to smile and wave. When recounting this tale to a friend, she asked if I had waved back and when I told her I didn’t, she pointed out how rude that was of me and suggested this Missed Connection. So please, lady of the night, consider this post an apology, a wave back, and a smile.