Exhibit A: drug references on your Facebook page.
Exhibit B: slutty French maid costume (Halloween 2006).
Exhibit C: your propensity for mooning.

The evidence speaks for itself: You, the defendant, have a history of letting it all hang out.

Weekend picks are sprouting like weeds. Must mean it’s showtime.

BUY
Urbanweeds
What: Mod new Fremont gift/garden store specializes in apartment-friendly flora.
Why: That air plant finally died.
When: Tues.-Fri., 10 a.m.-7 p.m.; Sat., 8 a.m.-6 p.m.; Sun., 9 a.m.-5 ...

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You’ve since confined ...

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