Summer is winding down in San Francisco, so it is time for Capp Street's yearly ritual of letting complete strangers spill beer on our floor, do illicit substances off the outdoor washing machine, sing songs that remind us of the good times, sing songs that remind us of the better times, and puke.
Will someone once again walk in on a person with a mullet having sex on the bathroom floor?
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Summer is winding down in San Francisco, so it is time for Capp Street's yearly ritual of letting complete strangers spill beer on our floor, do illicit substances off the outdoor washing machine, sing songs that remind us of the good times, sing songs that remind us of the better times, and puke.
Will someone once again walk in on a person with a mullet having sex on the bathroom floor?
Will we float the first two kegs by midnight this year?
Will someone finally drink that skunked grape Four Loko that's been in the fridge for the last 18 months?
Will KevMo cry about officially being in his late-20s?
Will Nick Lewis have a shot of Jameson?
Will Lauren Sherman not show up despite the fact she's "totally going to make it this year"?
