Friday, June 14, 2013

The BART Man.

When you live in SF and take public transportation, naked, pissing, spitting, acrobat funk ninjas rarely surprise anyone. Until they start trying to grab you and rub their frank and beans on your business casual.

I call these types of dudes "BARTists." Their drug addled interpretive dance is so out there, we don't know quite how to critique it yet.

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