i see this guy pretty often in kensington market. his latest flavour of the week is a watermelon, but i've seen him with books, toasters, and other inanimate objects on his head. just walking around. i finally decided on a photo op.
and of course, i needed a fan pic.
he just meanders around the market with things on his head all the time and do you see how his hand is on my arm? yeah, he grabbed and and squeezed it pretty damn hard for that photo. i was slightly taken aback.
sometimes those asian corner store owners confuse me a little. i have never seen a hot sauce container this large. maybe i'm just not cultured. this thing was so dusty you could create little caverns by running your finger across it. oh well. if anyone needs a huge costco sized tub of frank's hot sauce, it's at a corner store on queen east.
piss drunk roommate stumbles in at 4am. the stench is unbearable and i realize it's because it appears he has urinated himself. after stripping down and doing some sort of weird cabaret style dance (to which i snapped these photos), he went into the kitchen and stole a box of my kraft dinner and one of my popsicles (the blue kind, no less).
he has 'hassle free clinic' written all over him, no?
i saw this walking down the street the other day in a window. what for? i don't know. but they should come out with domestic barbie and have this one as well as a breastfeeding one and a trying to find tampon before leakage occurs one.