Last night at about 2:40am, a group of drunk hipsters were singing loudly and trying to do gymnastics on this pole. I watched for a while, hoping to see one of them get hurt. No such luck.
It's so sad when identical twins aren't equally successful.
His tusks are delicious butterhorns.
Downtown's looking nice, but we're heading to Fremont.
This place is rad.
So much better than a pancake.