yesterday was the bloor street festival? i never really understand street festivals unless there are beer gardens and party tables, but when it’s just tent after tent of the same shit i could just walk three feet further into an air-conditioned store to buy, what’s the point? oh look stanley it’s tiki lights YES!!
i totally saw our neighbours (dude who plays terrible acoustic guitar at 2am) eating corn and pretended i didn’t see them, they did the same. fuck those guys. dude lookin’ like a big baby in his sunhat mmnah mnah mnahing on his cob.
then this happened:
this awkward white kid dancing was my favourite part, obvs.
cutest family ever and i swear to god i overheard that little girl say this is white people music?
shock and awe. see, buddy behind her can’t even figure it out. anyway, the band is called ninja highschool and they’re pretty funny, fun and good. i was a fan.
then on to lunch.
grilled calamari greek salad for 6.50 and guess what the best part is? NO SALAD! i don’t have time for lettuce.
guess what fil had
first hangover meal of the day, wasn’t feeling that little buddy so i just tossed him casually onto fil’s mac n cheese it was funny cos i am a funny guy.
EW.
oh yeah we were sitting beside this group of the most irritating dinks all wearing the worst shit and talking about tennis and shoes and they all ate hamburgers and once this one guy got a bit of a buzz on he talked all arrogantly and condescendingly to the girls at the table meanwhile he had the thickest most penisest of beards and nerdy mirrored oakley’s and when the waitress came to get their empties as well as a cup from starbuck’s he said starFUCKS three times and then repeated it some more like it was hysterical and original.
they also said 30 is the new 20 a bunch of times uh barf.
i was trying to tune them out as much as possible so there is no picture to share.
this dude was tanning on the hill in christie pitts and decided to unsuccessfully launch his 1.5 litre bottle of water down the hill into a garbage can. winner.
nice tivas. the guy behind him is like what a doof and it made a really loud noise when it missed. how about being pasty white with a huge belly lying in the grass in your shorts hiked to your balls, enough attention for one afternoon?
walk of lame.
anyway, thanks the annex i was trying to figure out a way for you to be more annoying, you win this round but i’ll be back, don’t you worry.
me: what if i get kicked out of the annex
Phil: haha membership REVOKED
me: yeah
and the guy they send to inform me is dressed like a fucking poet
i would just set myself on fire
Phil: yes
me: ill be like lemme just grab my tweed jacket and ill be leaving and hes all uh no, we’ll be keeping that.
Phil: and turn in your birkenstocks at the door please
me: and your wool socks and crocs
Phil: you can keep the tevas – we’re phasing them out
me: oh ok annex poet
