Maw Maw and I have a similar wardrobe

Maw Maw and I have a similar wardrobe. Here she is brushing her teeth about to flush the toilet on Jimmy who is singing in the shower, and getting a lap dance from the pizza boy at Sabrina’s bachelorette party. Spoiler Alert.

Day 235 whistling Mrs. Robinson at McGill, 98%


Day 235 and it’s also Tuesday which means I am at McGill taking an Art History class with Amelia Jones. I’ve noticed, or more accurately, I’ve been noticed in the hallways and on the stairwells and I’m assuming that it’s because this sweater and jean combination is particularly eye-catching, so I’ve started whistling Mrs. Robinson while trying to navigate my way through the throngs of fresh-faced undergraduates on my way to and from class.

Later, while I was trying to flag a taxi on the corner of Mont Royal and St. Denis in -39, a man from Gaspésie said that he liked my outfit and that if his girlfriend was there, she would say I have the whole kit. Buddy, you have no idea.
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