All these scary drugged out looking homeless faggots kept on sucking my dick in the public park.

I tried to run away without paying then, but I slipped on an Indian Google Engineer's feces while darting down a dark alley.

I was promptly ran over by three drag queens coming home from Story Hour on electric rentable scooters.

Luckily, it didn't hurt at all, as being run over had crushed discarded heroin needles into my arms, resulting in a natural sort of pain killing effect.

I naturally stumbled into a Starbucks bathroom to dispose of the needles, and maybe nod-off for the next few hours.

However, I ended up falling into the counter, and began to choke on my own vomit.

Luckily, there was a doctor there, and zhe started to perform a tracheostomy. As zhe cut open my airway, zhe asked the staff for a plastic straw to insert into the opening, but unfortunately they only has paper straws.

Zhe tried zhis best, but I ended up losing braincells because I went 15 minutes without oxygen.

That's when I decided to post on this retarded forum.

Yeah I've been slowly exposing myself to the small gay over the years so I could build up my tolerance and immunize myself against the Big Gay.

For a short portion of the trip, I stayed with a friend in Berkeley, which was quite nice, despite being full of youthful Communists.

We subsequently took BART into the Mission, in San Francisco.

I'm from Philly. I know terrible neighborhoods. I currently live in a terrible ghetto, next to a bad subway stop.

But, outside of India, I've never smelled as much piss and shit as that BART stop in San Francisco.

San Francisco should be the most Redpilling place on earth.

Those are all what he went there to experience because they are his fetishes. Don't judge him, you [street]shitlord!

As I left the gate of my flight into San Francisco, I realized how tired I was. I took my girlfriend by the hand and walked her to a Starbucks, where I ordered a latté.

"I'm sorry sir, we are out of milk. Could I get you a soy latté instead?"

I was in a rush, so I said ok.

I took a sip of the dark black coffee with pure ivory soy swirling into it, and immediately felt the potent phyto-estrogens hit my bloodstream.

Suddenly, I had an extreme urge to go play a Nintendo switch, and watch my girlfriend be liberated sexually by having her need met by other, darker men.

"I have to go to the men's bathroom" I said.

"Oh, you have to pee again?"

"YEAH! That's the only reason anyone would go to a public men's bathroom in San Francisco, right?"

You're just mad because God hates you.

But honestly I just wanted people to ask about my vacation.