Dolores Park T-Shirt
Sure, you know all the stereotypes. In fact, you probably belong to one of them. Gay Beach. Hipster Hill. Burner Gulch. Lesbian Ravine. (OK, we made a couple of those up.)
But for all the equally ridiculous factions, lazily warring over sunny patches of turf each weekend, there exists one common link. A mutual hatred of the dude who flag-dances to trance music by the picnic tables? Well, that too. But mainly, dogs!
Besides copping a little Vitamin D, there's one reason we all flock to Dolores Park on a summer day like a doxin in hot pursuit of his tail. We need our weekly fix of butt sniffin', frisbee-chasin', tennis ball-slobberin' action. It's like our crack! (Except for the crackheads over at Crackhead Crevasse. Their crack is crack.)
You can keep your Thursday movie nights. For our money, the dogs are the real show here. And we're just a bunch of pooper-scooping groupies.
But for all the equally ridiculous factions, lazily warring over sunny patches of turf each weekend, there exists one common link. A mutual hatred of the dude who flag-dances to trance music by the picnic tables? Well, that too. But mainly, dogs!
Besides copping a little Vitamin D, there's one reason we all flock to Dolores Park on a summer day like a doxin in hot pursuit of his tail. We need our weekly fix of butt sniffin', frisbee-chasin', tennis ball-slobberin' action. It's like our crack! (Except for the crackheads over at Crackhead Crevasse. Their crack is crack.)
You can keep your Thursday movie nights. For our money, the dogs are the real show here. And we're just a bunch of pooper-scooping groupies.
This design is no longer in print, but we liked it enough to keep it in our archives so that future generations can enjoy it. (They just can’t buy it.)
