Foghorns, tequila, soulful ukulele, hipsters, weed, blinky things, EVERYWHERE.
- OH last night: “No no no, this is San Francisco, weed goes in the compost.”
- This rain is so scary to drive in, it’s hard to sing along to “Tequila” (thanks for typing this, Lynae!).
- Dammit! What I should’ve said was “looks like competition for Queen of the Hipsters is heating up.” Apologies.
- Just so we’re clear, that joke is based on the song having one-word lyrics, not based on me pounding Tequila shots while driving.