I drove for over a year with a broken horn, I know it’s wrong, but after about a month I decided it was the best remedy for my uncontrollable road-rage. I’ve never been so calm and at peace with driving. As soon as the horn was fixed I was back to my normal frothy, ragey self, it was a sad day, but at least I passed inspection. The only thing that makes me more crazy than terrible driving is terrible parking. This site is more like a PSA on how to park. Keep on reading »
I loathe hippies..loathe. It’s not so much the patchuloui stink or the ratty white girl dreadlocks, as much as it is the self-satisfied way they smoke American Spirits. It’s STILL a cigarette!!! I once went to a hippie party, where I swear to you, they were smelling each other’s armpits. And thus began my animosity. I can only imagine this blog is mocking said hippies, they post photos of things that could or should have occurred in Berkeley, with humorous results. Keep on reading »
I’m kind of intrugied by this site because it’s so mysterious. There is no description of what it is or why it started, just post after post of images of things that have numbers in them. It’s very bizarre, but oddly enough interesting. I kept thinking about it in terms of, why is this on here and who sent it in. Keep on reading »
