weekend in the ‘burbs.

CNTM glass house.

sophie and ollie, they are twins, ollie came out not breathing and fil’s mom gave him mouth-to-mouth, saved him, sophie is 1/3 the size of him. remy is their mother.

moments before i checked my comments to find out that i am a cum-guzzling trust fund hooker. ps. i spit, who swallows these days are you trying to impress some drug addict from brampton?

stop rippin’ me off oakville.

gator has a little ramp aw.

you’d think italians live here ya?

starving right now, as usual.

rusty.

nice going philogynist.

the new sharkey’s.

fil’s old bedroom, check my cans.

when fil went to ireland cid waited on that bed for him everyday like an ugly depressive haha.

first time eating here, got the best seat in the entire place. used to cruise by it all the time, always seemed so modernist 80’s cheese to me (still does), the mirrored glass on the outside. used to be bistro something?

i can never look at myself enough.

i shouldn’t have ordered sticky rice with my dish.

basil chicken, chicken was cold, basil was too licorice-y.

fil had curry duck, loads better than mine and i would order it next time. sticky rice goes better with it, sucks up that sauce like a sponge.