Looks like I am Broke-ass of the week, which means you can read a little about my marginally interesting life, retch at my failed attempts at humor, and see me leverage my psychic abilities. Ain’t self-promotion fun?
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Prior Broke-Asses on Mission Mission:
Thumbs up for the People’s Republik nod.
How can someone call themselves a “broke ass” and hang out at Tartine Bakery? I don’t get it.
They were feeding me free pie and cake. ’nuff said
How did you manage that? Did it involve threats to leave a one-star review on Yelp?
Oh, wait. You’re 25 years old?
Ah. Clarity.
Oh, wait. You’re old enough to look down on a 25-year-old and you read this blog?
Ah. That’s sad.
I think maybe the defensiveness could be traded for ignoring these sorts of comments.
No need to be defensive. Just sheds some light on your perspective & experience set.
Also, one would think you’d like a broad readership. Then again…maybe not.
Like the line at Tartine is long enough we have to have hipsters getting stoned on the floor?
Clearly, a yellow corn taco shell. Fail.
Dude, the cars comment was weird. Other than that, pretty good!
TOTAL FAIL!!!!! everyone knows the front gear is larger than the rear sprocket as well. this tshirt is so full of errors that any real hipster would catch before their first bump..
maybe mission mistaken and the fucktard that wrote this comment can start a club – http://missionmission.wordpress.com/2009/06/25/mission-taco-shirt/#comment-9959
i hate it here.
You just used the phrase “any real hipster.” I’m pretty sure that constitutes a total fail.
I enjoyed how Kevin got to fill the “Emanuel Goldstein” role at the Dolores Park Stewards meeting….
Of course this Kevin guy is from Boston.