It's a SCREW YOU Tuesday

Today's Screw You Tuesday is dedicated to you, Sock Boy.

So today Chris and I went to San Francisco for a day of smiles and health food - or at least a day of sniping, clashing neuroses, nervous hypertension, seething resentment, and health food- during which we made one of many stops to the Hate Assberry or whatever the hell that place is called, the place twentysomething hipsters bow towards during their six daily prayers. We went (don't ask me why) to a store that sold socks. Yes, indeed, it was a store dedicated in it's entirety to socks.

The clerk was a perfectly affable boy whose resemblance to Jeffrey Dahmer was unfortunately pronounced and who couldn't make up his mind which one of us he was flirting with (Chris or myself; he went for me originally, but after my fourth somewhat pointed remark about his place of business he went back to making calfs-eyes at Christopher) and we asked him what place he reccomended for lunch. He recommended the thai restaurant next door.

And it was fucking terrible.

Fuck you, Sock Boy.