Pillow Talk

Only if the term you hit the one you love were true to heart. Once a year, SF likes to throw what is called the biggest mother fucking pillow fight ever assembled on Valentine’s Day. Details are simple. Meet in the village square, bring your pitch forks and torches and hit anyone in plain sight who possesses a pillow in hand. It’s like t-bagging with white sacks except there are no testicles involved. Waaaaay funnier in person then in photos! So much violence and yet, I don’t think a single person was mad or got hurt.

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