blue t-shirt cheated a lot and was a bit of a sore sport. we caught a lot of people cheating, i yelled at many. people would get tapped by the ball and spin around in a circle like they’re wearing an invisibility cloak then keep playing as if no one noticed YEAH I SAW YOU GET HIT YOU’RE OUT. so irritating. fil has a picture of blue shirt cheating too, over the line picking up a ball. haha.
total personal trainer, that chick can launch ‘em. i dodged ‘em all. her bf is the ringer i got out.
how many stink-eyes can you count?
kelowna the fairy.
dekel the unprepared guy, actually plays dodgeball, doesn’t bring any of his own props.
i spied my nerd glasses last minute on the way out, phewf, played in ‘em the entire time too.
my teammates, i imparted my amazing dodgeball wisdom on blondy and she actually went with it. don’t be over-zealous all the time, kinda lay back and let others get picked off, be invisible, cherry pick basically eat up time by dodging around.
so awesome.
corner right, the ringer, best player ever.
sitting here to watch was very thrilling and dangerous.
worst team photo ever much. next time i’ll prop it up on a crate i guess or maybe not be a wimp and ask someone to take it for us.
during a break we had chicken fries from kfc, ugh.
second place is alright i guess (SO ISN’T) fil noticed that i am way more competitive than he is, well yeah, there’s fun and there’s winning then there’s fun and losing, which do you prefer?
in our play-off game against these clowns (ha) i noticed they were playing the same dudes back to back to back, unfair, so i tried to rally my team to do the same but everyone felt douchey about that, so we lost. it was close.
paddy jane’s outfit was insane too bad i didn’t get a picture of it before she changed.
fil’s fam thought they’d sneak into the city to see his photos at the steam whistle without tellin’ this guy about it woah nice try there friend i’m not missin’ out on no free beers afternoon delight.
man what a lazy ass i haven’t even put up my pictures from the opening nite yet OR dodgeball pictures. oh man i gotta make this fast full house is on in a halfy!
raymi diet tip: yogurt + steamwhistle, works just like a fat pill if you know what i mean (i don’t).
i did the photobooth again but the pics came out so dark i don’t even think photoshop will be able to brighten them up, still going to try. i even got a fucking leg up almost over my shoulder too in a couple shots.
fil’s mom has weird shit in her purse, i’m always appreciative of that.
such a rip-off artist i breathed new life into that appleby scarf, I MY ME!
liquid lunch awright awright awright.
cola from a glass mmmmmmm.
skywalk from union dumps you out to the skydome/steamwhistle (tip for you un-informeds)
now for real lunch.
a cup for barfing the cute up into.
post lunch-rush, it’s cozy, like eating in a pod. not that i know what eating in a pod is like but yeah, it’s womb-like, if you have a better description by all means…
sharing is fun.
fil says the one on the right is for women cos we’re curvier (bigger asses) and the one on the left is dudes cos they have broader shoulders. holy stupid sexist big mouth! i liked the pee trickle best.
ok BYE!
oh right i went for a nice tan at my local, had to wait forever for the girl to give a spiel to a newbie, totally took her for a ride i was like uh can i just do 6 minutes on the super bed and pay after? she’s like why you in a hurry i’m like no i just don’t want to wait duh. then we talked about my tattoo afterward and she said it reminded her of bratz dolls (!) no i didn’t flip out on her i just said that barbie finally won their lawsuit against the guy who invented bratz who used to work for barbie then i had to explain how that would be like working for coke and then inventing a new product for pepsi while still working for coke then she said she has 4 nieces and has to tell them to be careful with their bratz dolls cos i told her they’re collector’s items now and they won’t fucking be making them anymore. no i didn’t swear it out like that i just wanted you to think i’m a tough guy.
best chocolate bar ever feel free to mail me some from the uk anyone.
oh god please date me let me put my penis in your vagina i’m so lonely please yes?
it worked!
it’s all happening.
shit yeah.
dirt off the shoulders and so on.
meanwhile over in useless mooch town, joey is pretending to busy himself with a large box while uncle jesse talks to a monkey.
kid, if i had a crystal ball and it showed me you’d some day have a billionaire empire i’d shoot myself in the head right now.
action shot.
hasslin’ the d man over his lack of game.
blink shot haha. well actually you free-loading tapered pants wearing fuckbags, it was she whom hit on me.
yup, it’s true. suck on that.
no friggin’ way tan-man.
but oh no, what am i going to tell those life-ruining twats who live upstairs? of course the useless grown men have zero advice on that front.
selfish bitch lends some honey-selling advice to stephanie.
my christian lunatic actor brother blessed this honey.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeth.
action shot with baby, why wasn’t she just left downstairs with her two other dads? how necessary is she for this upcoming scene?
dad, how much profit can i expect to rake in from selling this stupid shit once we factor in bee troupe fees, uniform, travel expenses etc etc?
check the evil look on dj’s face you know it’s comin’ what a cunt. stephanie looked at the cue cards a lot during this part.
girls i’m going on a date.
uh oh cue sad music.
yes i still love your dead mother but she’s dead DEAD FOREVER NEVER COMING BACK SHE’S DUST MAN GET OVER IT!
yeah but still for no reason whatsoever other than my own selfishness i do not want you dating stamped it no erasies.
ok i can’t argue that.
what is that thing on stephanie’s overalls?
i’m still pissed at you for even considering dating another woman.
steph, you are supposed to be pissed off too.
cue temper tantrum. fuck this episode blew.
selfish bitch.
saying something cheeky and everybody laughs zzzz.
still doesn’t get it.
blink shot!
the stupid little bitch is finally happy cos she’s gotten her way.
fine i’ll just masturbate to your tiffany poster til my dick chafes off.
dialing up the trim to call it off while in the background joey is preparing for some sort of break and entering heist.
hey jess what were you two just doing down there alone together for so long? did joey watch you change?
and because these two tards evidently have nothing going on in their own lives they gotta eavesdrop in on danny’s shit.
yeah, you’re not allowed to be sore with him cos you didn’t help him break the news to the girls you dicks.
lay of the bugar sugar (ew sorry haha), saget.
dude, you have to call her back.
joey does some dumb impression to get the point across.
everybody laughs and all is understood.
or is it???
phewf, it is!
OH GREAT!
dad, because you tolerated our selfishness we are going to let you take us out for ice cream. seriously, that’s what they proposed, how totally generous and thoughtful of them!
thanks girls that was probably the nicest thing that ever happened to me.
sorry trim, everyone in my life is all up in my biz at the moment cos i’m a spineless dickless wimp.
DANNY NO!
then the geniuses finally decide to pull their weight.
except, this uberly simple and straightforward task is somehow the most complicated project ever.
here’s some of last nite’s vegetarian compost dinner (allison is veg).
controlling succubus is about to have her comeuppance.
danny finally takes back his power and remembers he’s in charge.
uhhm, whoever styled this shot is a total pedophile. why is stephanie sitting like that?
yes seriously i STILL love your mom blah bla hb albaalalbhablah
for reals she’d want you to be happy and move on and not die alone celibate forever?
aw look at the monkey.
nice.
this episode would have been way better if stephanie had more wardrobe changes.
bahaha.
it’s so weird seeing danny’s room.
nite house shot, also weird. isn’t it passed everyone’s bed time?
holla someone’s finally goin’ on a date! then there was a sequence of outfit changes styled by each goony roommate, didn’t bother capturing the rest this was more than enough. ugh.
i’m not a total loser the inaug. is on in the bg. WHERE IS OPRAH?!
ahhhh fresh bag of organic coffee to open, do it up with some ‘nog, party on through this hangover, the two mountains of laundry is all done did (yesterday)(UGH), and i finally got my period (yesterday)(it was way late man)(i blame the weblog awards) so you can imagine what my head space has been like for the past week. FUN ZONE.
once i’m settled i will write down all of your names and then get cid to select two of them out of a pot or something.
we watched my best friend’s girl last nite with A (i want that picture of me and my chocolate bar but not the one where i look like a dude) , it wasn’t too terrible. i’m very wary of kate hudson movies, there’s a desperation vibe to them like MUST BE FUNNY AND HOSTILE AND NOT BE LIKE MY MOTHER EXCEPT I AM EXACTLY LIKE MY MOTHER FIGHT IT FIGHT IT CAN’T FIGHT IT EXPLOSION. and then there’s dane cook. we also had just rented good luck chuck (don’t judge there was NOTHING else) and it isn’t even worthy of being a piece of a piece of crap.
see you in the funny papers, love raymi.
(what do you think sarah palin is doing right now?)
i put this song on youtube awhile ago, one of my raymi stir crazy “dance” vids (on the skidliest day ever to boot), i never linked to it from this blog though. it has many views, many turds seeking out this cover by the black keys, total winners in the comments some of ‘em.
if you happen upon any pieces of bark that have faces you know what to do (contact noel).
awwww
how many pieces does this shatter your heart into? mine, millions.
then to crumpler cos fil needs a new purse camera bag. the girl there didn’t like me i could tell, i ripped on the colour of the bag he wanted to get (because it was on sale) and she kept fighting me on it hello lady do you have to walk around looking at that thing? i am the girlfriend therefore boss of this, you just work here. those are the retail rules.
when you can tell someone hates you you have to compliment something about them so i complimented the fact that they were using an old piano as a desk.
he didn’t end up getting it, if ANYONE has some sort of crumpler hook-up can you sponsor these guys, thanks a bill.
not for me, god it is so hard to stop myself from opening these things.
it better be the cutest one.
houses to die for on a street to kill for.
cheese boutique pit stop.
we forgot our cheese meat and crackers at fil’s mom’s YOU GUYS BETTER NOT EAT IT ALL!
so many memories from this park, too many to count.
stinky oozy wow factor.
hannah (fil’s stepsister) was in town what a surprise! she moved away to tofino.
me zoolandering it.
she brought back a paper from her scotland visit.
oh what pervs over there eh.
then back to the city.
to meet up with the skids and a few others at green room. steph had an accident.
after a v competitive few rounds of asshole with bekki and sarah, mads and i got deep, blog deep, hell yeah.
so the big news is skid #2‘s stay is being extended like, indefinitely, maybe, well not maybe i was just trying to make an oasis joke but seriously, i could have stayed home for that news in lieu of having to deal with the gut rot from the shitty whiskey green room passes off as jamesons. these guys are in love and it is truly something, and i take full credit.
time to hit the road jaqueline, it’s been a long one.
“yeah im also struggling to think of a better one (caption for this)…hmm.. i did like your jarvis cocker phase though. oh and the red-hair-flicks b2b tongue piercing with granny cardigan. just flexing my old school raymi knowledge here. those photos were all really very poignant, i thought. i suppose the fact that digital photography didnt really exist, nor did putting photos on the internet either, not properly, added to the wicked factor. blogging didnt exist, it was like you were buried in some deep dank corner of the internet. true voyeurism was reading raymi in 1999 or 2000 whenever it was.
hahahaha. shit i thought i got away with that! great pictures though. i remember the thoughts i had when i saw them, and read your stuff. you just reek of interesting, woman.
it’s actually much more than that. having looked at the suit photoset…god…i remember thinking…(and i was very very low at this point)..it’s worth it to keep on trucking because i will eventually meet interesting people. they exist. look..there’s one! and the reason i came across you is because i’d started a relationship with a korean guy who lived in toronto (through a d&b chat room on yahoo), and when i went to visit him, he’d given me a bunch of vice magazines, through which i found the forum. and raymi. and you’ve outlasted that relationship by a good 7/8 years. the best thing that came out of it. and a taste for belmonts and canadian club whisky.”
i adore this chick.
i so miss that sweater, check the drawing of me my friend did on the wall.
i did legwarmers before you, i got so much flack for ‘em too, NO ONE was doing it, those babes came from black market, still have ‘em.
hey guise, tomorrow i am going to write down all the names for the draw from the comments of THIS post so time is tickin’ to get your name in there for your chance to get a raymi + phil onesie. oh and the FIRST name i draw gets first choice, make sense no? unless you got something better.
