Many of you are refugees from the embattled municipality of Berkistan.
Some of you are not. But even so, you may have heard murmurs of the legendary collectively-owned eatery. Maybe rumors of their exceedingly fine gourmet ingredients have reached you through the tendrils of the (organic) grapevine. Perhaps you've overheard former wild-eyed hippies holding forth on how Bezerkeley, back in their day, was a hotbed of activism, even in food, and how the co-op and Chez Panisse led the charge for orgasmically delicious food everywhere, or at least in the place that came to be known as the Gourmet Ghetto.
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They're called the Cheeseboard Collective. You may have heard of their pizza.
Our phallic tower is bigger than yours. That's why you don't get Cheeseboard. |
We deal with the:
- Death of Independent Bookstores
- Damn Dirty Hippies
- Absence of Nuclei
- Odors of Patchouli, Pot and Poop
- College Kids, and their
- Sense of Entitlement
- Also, They're Ten Years Younger Than You
- Shit! Well, Back in MY Day...
Dunk |
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Tony |
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RGL-22 |
You should show up at:
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Instead of your pistols, you should bring:
$5 for the pizza, unless you'd like to gorge yourself in a fit of freshman 15 nostalgia (Highly endorsed! It's Cheeseboard, so it's, like, healthy. More so than West Coast's artery-clogging cheesy stix, anyway. Mmmm.) in which case we'll accept 10 bucks. Additional contributions of beverages - alcoholic and not - as well as alternative, non-pizza food, are very welcome.
Respond Soon Very Pleasure to
Tony at aweiss42@gmail.com or Dunk at rincewind@mac.com
so we can adjust for the optimal person to pizza ratio.
Tony at aweiss42@gmail.com or Dunk at rincewind@mac.com
so we can adjust for the optimal person to pizza ratio.
*my car is still there on street view! if only. *a single, lonesome tear falls*
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