People who live outside of the Bay Area really really like telling me how much crime happens here. I wasn’t aware I was living in a Mad Max style wasteland.
Some guy with his instagram name plastered over his car cut me off so now I have to catfish him, make him fall in love with my fake instagram persona and crush him. I am prepared to dedicate 6-8 months of my life to do this.
Please don't make me google that one dude that's getting dunked on right now. I'm just going to go ahead and believe he's a professional pants shitter.
Thank goodness I was able to see Blink 182 twenty years ago during their gigantic dickie shorts era. Not sure if I can pull the trigger on seeing them now for $300 in the nosebleeds rocking out to songs about buttholes and boogers.