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Fuck You San Francisco and this being the most exciting thing you had to Offer on Saturday night.

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Fuck You San Francisco, I'm on vacation. Be back July 9th.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your post-collegiate workforce wearing backpacks resembling Jansports (ew). You have jobs now, you can at least afford to upgrade to one of those LL Bean monogrammed disasters.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your vegan, gluten-free homeless people.

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Fuck You San Francisco and my inbox full of uber receipts.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your fabulous drag queens. Happy pride!

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Fuck You San Francisco and your yoga room at the airport. Submission shout out to Andy. Fuck him.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your neon orange electric BMW

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Fuck You San Francisco and your eternal 57 degree weather. Every fucking day. All year. Warm the fuck up.

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Fuck You San Francisco and the inability to clearly distinguish whether this man is a musician, homeless, or a tech zillionaire.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your anxiety inducing weather. It's June - we shouldn't be having the tights or no tights debate anymore.

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Fuck You San Franciso and your "burners". Flame on.

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Fuck You San Francisco and your treadmill desks

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Fuck You San Francisco and your shirtless hippies playing banjos on the roof

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Fuck You San Francisco and your dogs allowed in the office who diarrhea in your cubicle. Bonus Fuck You for using bouncy balls as desk chairs.