The internet is, for lack of better word, full of crap. Anyone with an IP address can hop online and write anything they want. As a result, parody news sites, inaccurate information and a host of sycophantic facts about one’s beliefs, causes or (in the case of Facebook) political propaganda

Not everyone is into the Super Bowl. I mean it’s a fun holiday filled with eating too many kinds of dips and drinking shitty American beer, but that’s only fun for so long. If you don’t give a fuck about the Super Bowl then this event is perfect for you.

1.  People Walking Their Bikes Home When They Are Too Drunk It’s 7:30, on a Sunday. The sun has gone down. It was a nice park day, or perhaps a local sports team competed in a pivotal match. It doesn’t make a difference, since this is the witching hour and

Over 10 million Americans are still unemployed. It’s bad, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We can thank those considerate people in Congress for making an already dire situation much worse when, in December 2013, they simply allowed the emergency unemployment benefits to expire for 1.4 million Americans.

The history nerd in me wants to think that this is in honor of the Sydney Ducks, SF’s original organized criminals. But it’s not. It’s actually because Jess, one of the people behind American Tripps, is Aussie and Australia Day is the “Down Unda” version of the 4th of July. So

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

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I don’t know about you but this Polar Vortex is fucking with my livelihood, my health, and my basic human functionalities. It has rendered me virtually immobile. It’s not that I’m using the bitter cold temperatures and the unpredictable blitzkriegs of snow as an excuse to lie around my apartment