The street drug market in San Francisco is upgrading, not to be outdone by gentrification, the branding aspect is being looked at with great enthusiasm by sellers, buyers, and users….High-end rustic is the new red, and beautiful containers for one’s brand of choice make it easy to find your way to better living through chemistry.
Ugly & environmentally harmful plastic bags just won’t suffice to serve your drug needs in upscale better living through chemistry.
The Bonaparte Bunnies, part of the Loyalist Support of Princess Melita Bonaparte, wish to thank Bat Kid, for his saving San Francisco from the Riddler. The Bonaparte Bunnies are not good with riddles, and the hot sun just makes them melt. Now, they are happy because Bat Kid sent rain!
The Bonaparte Bunny Family Association celebrates Bat Kid & the rain from the top of the Mount Melita, Corona Heights. “Merci, Merci!”
Someone was holding my hand! Shots rang out in the dark & I heard tires peeling off rubber, the squeal deal & not a uniform in sight. No, the police won’t come to my Grey Gardens–the corpse disappeared–or stuffed into a dumpster. All that is left are clues that it happened. The knife, intended for pies, went for a throat. A movie theatre ticket, proof of some connection, but what? What happened here? What was the motivation? A Dorothy Malone autograph, maybe?
You don’t leave a bloody knife in plain sight with a label, not unless you are trying to plant evidence to fool the county appointed investigator. It looks like the Court tagged the evidence before charging anyone with the crime.
BIRTH OF A PARK BENCH MURDER–MURDER, HE PAINTED?
A heinous crime on Corona Heights–reaching to the very inner sanctum of the highest ranking member of the Bonaparte Family.
Not a drop of the precious distilled spirits seemed to be touched, but what of the ticket, to where? Was this meant as a warning?
And the casually tossed newspaper–what was this person reading? Or, is this just something else to throw investigative journalism into a state of shambles? The only person who might know isn’t saying a word, at least not about this: Princess Melita Bonaparte.
This is one class that City College of San Francisco should offer. It would sell out, require expansion, and put them on the international map of institutions of higher learning!
All I need are a few volunteers willing to die for art. It’s easy. Make sure your life insurance is in force for more that two years. Make me the beneficiary, and credit will be transferable. You just won’t BEE there to benefit.
Come on now, I have bills to pay. Take full advantage of this opportunity of a life time! Literally!
Don’t be scared. It only takes a few moments, and if you survive, you’ll get the credits all transferred–all nice & neat…and while all your friends are doing Excel spreadsheets, you have a deal with a publishing house, your own reality show, and an interview with Jay Leno! Don’t let C-Suite executives sell you short on living the American Dream. Swarm on over!
Don’t let this opportunity pass you by—You can’t get this on LinkedIn. You will be encouraged to make a You Tube, bring your own bottle & equipment!
Your Personal Trainer: Her Imperial Highness, Princess Melita Bonaparte
Napoleonic heroes required for yellow jacket training programme. Don’t be stung by being left out of this hive! Buzz here now!
Those Bonaparte Bee-stung lips will bee there to help you transition. The class is Pass/Fail.
Not too far from here, a new outdoor Toilet facility is in the final stages of construction. It should be named The Princess Melita Bonaparte Memorial Toilet. She’s had to put up with so much of what goes into those places!
Here is the fecal fence for free finally!
All caution is off when the Grand Opening Ribbon cutting ceremonial is on. Down the street, the Memorial Shrine is nearly ready!