yeah i know.. i was just joking...
but offer stands for anyone out there!

i dunno if this should count... but i DO ride it almost everyday...
your mom!

geez... you know how i feel about you chelsea *single tear runs down cheek*
but it would just never work!

no... no jews
*giggles like a anti-semite*

what?
i have no problem with you! what comment did i make? the speakers one?
that was a joke!

pft.. too good for anything above floor eh?

not floor... 3 rows up in the reds

i bought presale...


and i have an EXTRA TICKET!
for the highest bidder

NO!

already have my tickets!!
front row centre baby!!!

bahahahah!
ian... that was comedy gold-plated-PLATINUM

dj lithium

EXACTLY!!

loving every minute

A little of both...
nail, rail, boink, shkiaff, tap, plow... take your pic

BAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!

its true though.... nothing else in the picture is of any interest

i love them both... theyre great artists and musicians
even if they dont write their own music, im sure they have a lot of input, cuz theyre mostly in it for the art! and not for the money... i respect them sooooo much!




and i would boink either one given the chance...

no. YOURE BEIGE

i thought it was very good... well made
and more shocking than scary... and more startling than anything else... like a loud sound when it was all quiet

i think shes a very talented artist.... I LOVE HER! FOR HER LOVE OF ART!

ok.... theres a difference between a typo and a spelling mistake fool

yeah.... burp*

yes.... cuz sometimes a cigar is only a cigar

shes got more plastic than a platic fish...

also... i would probably lick her pussy... just so i could say i licked it

wow... did it mention the cancer rate among testers?

Reant Rape Me... another french retarded movie

i walked down walkley from fielding to cote st luc road smoking a cigar andd i got an old black woman yellung at me to put it out cuz it was choking her children! hahah

tee hee!!
hi CaRo!

thats not what i heard.... i heard you hated it because all the loyboys called you avril

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away

I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that I can't get unwound

I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away...

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away

--Rush - Time Stand Still

boy is she ever

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


speaking of white powder... some cokehead offered me some at a aparty on saturday.... that was funny

Begin the day with a friendly voice,
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.

Off on your way, hit the open road,
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted.
Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty.

One likes to believe in the freedom of music,
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity.

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen.
Of salesmen.
Of salesmen.

BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!
THATS FUNNY CUZ TEHY SHOULDNT BE!!!!

you live on fielding and walkley??
hahahah!! sucker! now THATS ghetto!!

i think she is

That's all i got man! sorry

I'm a gangsta!!
I'm a straight up G!
The gangsta life is the life for me!

Dealing drugs by day
Killin people by night
The gangsta life is hella tight!


-Written and Produced by Michael Dino Cotugno with the cooperation of Christina Masi

the 121 is the sauve bus... you are correct
and the 363 St Laurent night bus DOES fucking rock! its so great! it drops me off right at the 372 which brings me right home in 5 mins....