The Italian consulate might not be able to go for its Timmies run. Funny how our money looks like dead, wet, fall leaves.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
If You Shower And Wash Your Hair...
... You can meet pretty girls out on the streets.
Hash tag: Zero motorcycle sighting in Toronto. The future is here.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Can't Say No to Half Priced Prosciutto
Olive tapenade made a shitty, rainy, gray weekend slightly less shitty.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Chicken Tamale: Papagayo, Hamilton
Looking at preventive measures in the rear view on your way to doing something wrong, doing 5000 miles per hour.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
If You Do It Well Enough (Addendum)
You feel like John Constantine performing excorcisms. That's more powerful than prayer in my book.
Foreskin on High Alert
Something at or around the Sony Centre attracted orthodox jews by the hundreds, yesterday. With the women and girls in long boring skirts and the men with the slinkies down the side of their faces, waddling along talking about... bagels... or the Gaza strip or something.
My penis felt like Denzel in Malcolm X, looking out through a crack in the window curtains, rifle in hand.
Phones are political tools. "Gaza" was pre-recorded on my T9.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Yellow Fever
I'd feel REALLY uncomfortable having sex just after praying. If you do it well, you end up praying anyway.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
When You Know
The earth shakes.
A celestial body with a case of the shivers;
Hold me, Paul Moonie.
A friend once told me:
"Niggaz is niggaz is niggaz..."
Do you feel her beneath you?
Leaving you behind;
Wiping your seed from her belly,
Finding another throbbing John
To fill her Lily.
Get shit done, don't look back.