fil is not a capers fan but he brought some home anyway then he moved a mountain for me.
this looks comfortable.
last nite before we went to the bang lime show at lee’s we had a couple of drinks at pauper’s (i know shut up) and made up our own lyrics to the tune of tegan and sara’s walking with a ghost, but put cid’s name into every lyric (no we don’t have friends outside each other) and at the time we were like this song RULES we are SO performing it one day. anyway, you know the end of the song where they repeat walking with a ghost over and over and over, that’s the part we do:
CID WAS EATING SOME FRENCH TOAST CID LIKES TO BRAG, HE LIKES TO BOAST CID GOES SAILING ON THE COAST CID WAS COOKING A POT ROAST
and so on, we got desperate and threw in some rhymes with closed chosed posed words.
if you want that namibia is for lovers! shirt go to goldenfiddle and yes i am their new junky model and yes i meant new as in old and junky as in drunky.
the SUPESmarket is dead at 9am no whimsical annex partiers to be found.
and now, last nite’s dinner.
not ours, waiting for a table.
in oakville, it is worth going out of your way for once the garlic sauce hits your mouth DON’T GET ME STARTED.
dooooooooooooooooood
shawarma powrna
i have zero self-control when it comes to the garlic sauce and was grateful they served the extras in these dignified little cups, sometimes they bring you the squeeze bottle and then my pants don’t fit anymore.
don’t forget to keep viewing spenny’s video. thanks dudes.
VIDEO: pitt’s second tour this time a bunch of stoned teenagers paid attention to.
looks like someone took my more like best party EVER last nite joke a bit too far. embarrassing much? who drinks 6 shots of tequila, more like it goes to 3, TOPS and how do you figure this guy was hot if you can’t remember if you used a dome cover? we get it you’re a slut, awesome.
this is called the heart attack hat trick.
my shitty salad. don’t expect greatness from a sports bar, and yet i always do. sigh.
look out, dad’s on the scene!
starting to clot.
my second wind is on the way.
took us ten minutes to figure out how to pay our tab, factoring in the wine that pitt replaced and the jameson’s as a sorry are we still friends? fil says i am cheap and watches me under a microscope when i am counting out my change it makes me nervous and i have to recount it a thousand times SHUT UP FIL!
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.
and now it is time to hate on hip hop culture (fucking babies).
this white kid kept checking himself out on the way to the jays game, he even had a matching fluorescent green earring, like he used to be a stoner hippie and conveniently had the tribal spaced out barf lobe. anyway, congratulations you are wearing a huge hoodie during summer, what a fucking baller you are, you must know jay-z personally, right? i can so totally tell.
this is you BUT MOM i can’t go back to school if i don’t have at least 5 different graphic disney-like FUN printed hoodies to cycle through my wardrobe with, and like 5, no, TEN, 180 degree brimmed baseball hats with whatever team logo, A’s NY’s who cares i don’t even LIKE baseball YES I NEEEEED THEM DON’T EMBARRASS ME!
YOU GAVE BIRTH TO A BALLER, YES MOM, I’M SORRY, BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU DID!
and so on.
ugh what a disgusting waste of money how about oh i dunno, BEING YOURSELF?
ok i am too annoyed to carry on with this, feel free to share your hip hop burns/experiences in my comments.
