So this crazy story about how John Stamos visited the Full house house in SF recently and was not recognized by the tourists who seemed to be also visiting... is really torturing me. It raises so many existential questions...Hmmm.. so what were these tourists all doing there? architectural tour? could it have been a full house pilgrimage? could they have missed uncle Jesse? can you imagine how they must feel? Much like one would feel going to Liverpool where the Beatles began and missing Sir Paul who also happened to be there... Much like visting graceland and Elvis walks right by you while you are checking out the shag rug in the living room..and there is a photo of you missing him... or going to Dollywood and missing Dolly Parton herself as she walks by..... I feel so bad for all of them.
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