last week when i gave a shout-out to our condo’s garbage room i forgot to mention how awesome it is of our building to have a room named after my favourite word.

playing hooky.

i think this guy secretly complained about pitt’s heckling, yelling, and swearing.

i caught a t-shirt, michel knocked it into pitt’s hand then he gave it to this little fuck.

dick.

is that supposed to be a burn on toronto or something? more like, burn on YOU for buying that fucking merchandise.

after five beers pitt sneaks away and buys secret pizza slices and other crap.

here he is trying to get to the bottom of who complained about him to the skinniest dude ever.

after the steamwhistle’s free samples which i talked our way into despite some private party, and pitt giving a couple fake tours the yuppies fell for (videos i will post later) pitt decided to involve himself in a game of catch with two dudes, who were casually lobbing a ball back and forth, pitt ever the competitor, whipped the ball to one guy and the other launched it back, pitt caught it with his face.

ferris bueller day indeed.

more later, of course.