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While SFist cringed at the fatal dose of crime littering the Bay Area, it found solace in Hillary Clinton's San Francisco campaign headquarters opening, which featured loads of exposed mammary glands. In other news, SF Taxi Commission ruled that Satan's cab must keep its (in)famous medallion number, 666; and in an un-fashion-forward frenzy, San Francisco Fashion Week (chortle) bars bloggers from covering and getting smashed at their shows and parties, respectively. Also, they found a picture displaying the woes of cruising in a tacky limo on the streets of San Francisco.

Comedian Paul Mecurio

I recently had the following late-night IM conversation with a friend (all sic):

Editor's Note: Phillyist has seen and enjoyed Puppet Karaoke before, but we thought it was time to revisit and reiterate. Also, you know how we love a good post about faux penises...

...Cartoons: The wonderful thing about tiggers is most definitely their propensities for violence. (Via Local6.com.)

Jagshemash!

We try to make sure that at least one night out of every seven is an "off" night—a night for us to do our laundry, watch some of the TV we've been missing. We haven't had one of those nights in quite some time. Oh well. Maybe next week!

William Penn is perhaps best known by Philadelphians as "that guy whose statue looks like it's peeing." People with more couth (than, say, Phillyist) might point out that what people mistake for Penn's penis is actually an unfortunately aligned glove. Those people are boring.

Could Republican House Speaker Dennis "Hasturd" Hastert join Mark Foley and ex-Gov Jim McGreevey in the "repressed formerly closeted homos" camp? Gay news blog Qweerty.com certainly thinks so:

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Nevermind that we have a conference at 7 a.m. on Sunday that we'll probably have to arrive at 6 a.m. for. Right now, all we care about is that today is Friday. We're sure that's on the minds of many of our sister -ists, too.

The shapeless dough of the internet, formed into tasty pellets and baked to perfection, just for you.

The shapeless dough of the internet, formed into tasty pellets and baked to perfection, just for you.

Elite -ist won't be published Monday or Tuesday (and possibly Wednesday), because we'll be out enjoying our holiday. So enjoy this last dose of sister -ists before our brief hiatus!

Londonist prepares a Happy Birthday bath for Buddah this week and then things get all cliched. A madman goes on a rampage while axe-wielding and London's mayor warns an American diplomat to avoid the kitchen if the heat bothers him so much.

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- Philly (by way of Metroblogging Philadelphia) points out that according to GoVeg.com, Philadelphia is the 9th most vegetarian friendly city in the US. This comes as a little bit of a shock to us, as we often find ourselves scrambling for good places to dine with our less carnivorous friends. However, searching vegguide.org shows us that there are 27 veggie friendly eateries within one mile of our own zipcode (including the very tasty Govinda's Cafe). We'll have to be careful - with so many vegetarian options around, we might find ourselves accidentally eating better - which would do a huge disservice to the local burger joints.

It's Wednesday. Hump day. Even Mother Goose couldn't give it a break. But that shouldn't stop you from good times on the internet, as our sister -ists have proven to us.

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To Whom it May Concern: We’d like to tell you a little about our friend and fellow contributor, “Phillial” columnist Jessica Haralson. As we’ve mentioned before, Jessica co-edits a little publication called Quake. Although Quake isn’t the first magazine of its kind, it is the first literary erotica magazine at Penn. Jessica got some great press last month from Philadelphia Weekly, and two weeks ago, the magazine’s first print issue arrived. Of course – and...

To the guy at the gym who doesn't shelve his weights:

By Daniel J. Linehan

After one Phillyist staffer’s hiatus in Texas (and a fruitless hunt for the real Butterscotch Stallion, although we learned that a certain Mr. Delay is a real power bottom) we're back to answer your Love and Sex questions. This week’s query comes from a reader fed up with the South Street sex toy scene:

You've probably heard of it before - the mythical Rejection Hotline, whispered about in local bars and college parties as the savior to sexy Philadelphians (and their misguided suitors) everywhere. Philly's Rejection Hotline number, 215-618-1505, directs you to a cheerful recording voiced by a man that sounds like he stepped out of an Enzyte penis-enlargement commercial: "You're probably boring dumb, annoying, arrogant, or just a general weirdo!” "This person would rather play leapfrog with unicorns!" (Which, of course, could also characterize the kind of people that buy Enzyte.) We at Phillyist have heard of the number, too - not because, uhm, we were actually given the number or anything, but, you know, we were talking about it at a Phillyist happy hour. Or something. Ahem.