it's hard to believe there are no ways to get yourself into this kind of trouble on a daily basis.
for example- where are all the shirtless men hanging out in underground parkades?
i've never seen one.
the closest i've gotten was a pantsless one pissing on the door to the stairwell.
so unfair. meanwhile there are hot brunette girls in spandex pants and those aritzia jackets with the fake fur lining every ten feet. i can't leave the house without tripping over one.
they look so "pretty". even the word is simple and bland. the entire city got the memo 'boring in 2011' and memorized every word.
the guys all look like they got their ass whupped by the 1990's. really...square toed dress shoes? stove pipe pants? and they STILL get laid, since girls here are so desperate for cock they have to overlook giant babies who don't cook, dress like shit, have bad haircuts and only want to eat at cactus club (and split the bill).
seriously, if more people were hood-wrestling in parkades i'd go out more than once every few days.
i'd even settle for a grandfather tackling me onto the hood of a k-car at this point.
apparently men get labotomies at birth here, personality swap with the deceased at age ten, and a thorough style removal at fifteen.
what hope is there for the attractive yet clinically insane (sorry, there is a giant mirror here)?
biebs knows what's up: frat jackets they sold at roots in the 90's. undeniably canadian.
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