Mobbin' Hard in a Flash

Sunday, my best pal Raven and I decided to take a relaxing day out in the sun at Dolores Park in SF from all the shennanigans we pulled the night before at Infusion Lounge (our kewl hangout place where we "surprisingly" see the Giants..and no we are not jersey chasers). All we wanted to do was lay in the sun with no distractions and just have a carefree, I hate my life, let's hope some Vit. D will cure our hangover day. Low and Behold a FUCKING FLASH MOB CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

But this was no traditional flash mob, oh no.....This was a box war fight and by a box war, I mean idiots dressed up in cardboard boxes with cardboard swords and cardboard shields. It was, in the vexatious expression, UNREAL.

Bagpipes were playing, a freaking silent rave busted out (definition: a common name for a disco where people dance to music listened to on wireless headphones rather than using a speaker system) and then all of a sudden the Civil Boxed War began...

 Before

 After

L7 Weenies

.... Raven and I are now practicing for the next Flash Mob.