This dude
A. Asked me to take his photo
B. Wouldn’t tell me his name
C. was fighting trees and posts with his shoes (pictured)
Please head down to Queen St. East and Victoria St. to give him some money.
This dude
A. Asked me to take his photo
B. Wouldn’t tell me his name
C. was fighting trees and posts with his shoes (pictured)
Please head down to Queen St. East and Victoria St. to give him some money.
Delightful festive gourds – can’t bring myself to buy them – decoration that expires. That’s like buying a pumpkin you can’t turn into pie (or a Jack-O-Lantern), or milk for display in your front foyer during summer.
This weekend Dan treated himself to a large breakfast.
He then treated himself to a “snack” of microwave chicken wings (which were gross smelling).
And finally, for dinner, I treated him to my mom’s famous ribs. Lucky guy, though he should watch his cholesterol.
Raissa’s been kind enough to attend an early morning meeting with me downtown today – I’ll be carefuly scrutinized under her watchful… vengeful, spiteful.. judging (EVER JUDGING!) eye.