Scoop the pearls up from the sea... Cash them in and buy you all the things you need...

Our troubles will be going. Gone.

FREE MONEY!! FREE MONEY!! FREE MONEY!!

Well, $57 dollars worth, or a few bags of death. Hasoi Samosas are good, but deadly.

I know, it's cute, but wait for it.

Beer for breakfast is really cool until about 3 p.m or whenever you need to do stuff.

The cat needed another one. Seriously, he smells.

I told you to wait right?

This one is totally art because of the Unicorn dongs.

And he likes it anyway.

We'll take a break from Sebastian for now. The Albert is still a cool place to hang out.

They have a snack machine.

And you can drink beers in the parkade.

Remember how when it was warm out you could ride bikes and not freeze your bag off? I'd rather the sky fall than it be cold again.

Long enough break?

He won't actually drink one, but he loves to knock them over and lick at them.

Intermission.

Guess where this is.

If you guessed this place, you're smart.

Andy and I are men now.

Though there is only photographic proof of Andy becoming a man.

BANG!! He's a man.

You might be asking yourself, who would buy fired ammo? Well, gun nerds would.

So, Andy might be a man, but he still has a food not bombs set up and a rat-tail.

I need someone to eat fish with now.

Because Guitar Hero forced Tara to move to Toronto.

Well, not actually, but that's what we did before her ciao party.

Unfortunately I don't have a really pretty picture of her, but this one will do, plus Lindsey is there.

El Trouble and BYUB

I taught some unenlightened folks this move.

And did it just for fun anyway.

Which turned into Dan wearing some girl's hair.

The singer from the PopeKnockers was there.

And probably the two biggest guys you could fit in such a tiny apartment.

And this dude totally ruined it for everyone. No wait, that's just my life he ruined.

But nah, not really. If it were anyone but him I'd be resentful.

This is a serious DO even with the hole in her face. Plaid!! Listening to your own music at a party!! I don't even think she knew anyone.

But this dude made up for the cool factor.

Oh, and someone did this to my shoes.

But that's cool because I got to walk home like this.

This is what you get Scott.

Sebastian has really wants to kill stuff lately, so I was going to bring him this as a snack. Three weeks ago. It's still there.

And sorry, but he just keeps coming up with golden material. It's like being hit over the head with a cute-hammer.

I went to another party. There were loads of bikes there.

Apparently this is what it takes to be a man. Above the lip = championship grade moustache.

Distaste for everything is a great basis for getting wasted with someone.

Playing classic arcaged games reminds you how funny 3 letter words still are.

Party at the Action House. Who would have guessed that Indie Wu-Tang covers could be good?

Normally the police show up to shut things down, but they just came to meet some girl?

The next Kurt Cobain was there. (Reality t.v? Let's do it!!)

Like usual, no one got wasted or anything.

How's this for a disgusting display?

One of you super-pretty ladies should tell Bramwell to ditch the stripes.

Naomi is one of those "nice people." It's cool though, it works.

I may have 5 Morrissey related shirts, but Strangbro wears his every other day. Commitment.

There's a few things missing here, like a picture of my feet to complete the joke, or some skateboarding photos or interesting commentary and so on. I think I might start trying again. Watch for it.

In the mean time, Bramwell got a new ultra-tech blogger or something, so click the blue.