That time Grandma visited San Francisco

[via Porous Walker]

Poop plea

Kids post the darnedest poop pleas.

[via Jenn]

Accident waiting to happen

[via Chris]

Big perfect rainbow over SF

[via Ginny]

Denim company hires workers to wear jeans around before they sell them to actual customers

Huit Denim Co. is the company and their new scheme is called the Denim Breaker Club:

You are going to break our selvedge jeans in for our customers.

You will have to agree to not wash them for 6 months.

You will have to agree to update what you get up to in them on HistoryTag.

And before you get them sent to you have pay a small deposit, which we will refund on their safe return.

When we get them back, we will expertly wash them.

And then we will sell these beautiful jeans.

You will have 20% of the sale.

So in effect you will be paid to wear jeans.

Coolbeans.

[via kottke.org]

[Photo by Honey Jets]

Beautiful slo-mo video of me eating a fully loaded nacho at Mission Cantina

There’s an oogey-gooey fried chicken liver on that badboy!! Damn!

(Thanks to our boy Tag from Sexpigeon for shooting this monstrosity.)

Winter sunshine in the park

[Photo by nilublue13, via It's Always Sunny in San Francisco]

Do-it-yourself selfie stick

There’s the selfie stick:

And there’s the do-it-yourself selfie stick:

It’s probably good for your core, too.

[via Honey Jets]

For Christmas I want one of these trippy Fayes shirts by Cody ‘Mr. Mission’ Frost

[via Cody Frost]

Danny Bowien’s holiday gift to David Chang and the Momofuku crew: Popeye’s and caviar

Baller.

[via David Chang on Twitter]

Allan Hough

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission