OMG the Mish!

So there I was, stumbling down Orange Alley with Robby to my left and a can of grape Four Loko to my right, when an outcropping of these totes magical rainbow sticks appeared.  Upon closer inspection, I discovered that they were an artful attempt to throw my nose for MISH SCOOP off the scent…. NICE TRY GANG-DOODS.  We found the way into your doom-cave despite the sneakery:

Pickl Portal

I learned that the gang is called the NorCal Pickl Club (largely from the sign on the door) and they have been responsible for several instances of “Rainbow Sticking” all over the effing hood.  Robby and I were hella tripped out, especially when we snuck in for an even closer look and discovered the following:

NorCal Pickl Club Hates WHY?T People? Rude.

This is srsly so offensive. Assholez.

Against my better judgment, Robby thought we should try to gain access but we were stopped in our trax by their security system:

Retinal Scanner and Microwave All-In-One

I really wish I had known about this before moving to The Mish.  I’m not sure I’ll feel safe walking to Glooncey’s by myself anymore.

Armstrong Out.