Props to hommies

It's was cold and windy SoMA evening,

when 3 lost souls, darthmike, redshrike, & djfanboy, wandered into a door @ the corner of 12th and market, and climbed 2.5 long stairs, and headed to the back of what is best described as a tech-sweatshop. It was a long, cold hallway, drafty, and full of whispers of ghosts past, lamenting of all the ills against humanity they had committed during their tenure in their mortal coils.

At the end of the hall, stood a long-haried, unattractive psuedo-troubador named lemasquegris, who cajoled these vocal talents to utter silly, unintelligent, abhorrent staments. As the cider, beer, and diet coke flowed (guess who had the coke), things got worse. I was a bad, bad man.

Here are the results.

Happy Thanksgiving Assholes, I love you all. :)

Dear Lazyweb

I am in need of someone who speaks of portuguese, Brazilian portuguese specifically.

I can provide beer, hard liquor, and food for an hour or two of your time. It would be in San Francisco, in the later afternoon/evening. Please feel free to comment here or email me their info so I can get a hold of them.

Sankoo! :)