tuscan1 wrote:
Now i have to say i was drunk here and yes that is my fiancee.
You can see by the date stamp NEWYEARS! woohoo
What about me
Your fiancee is a beauty.
no coment about me should have just got a pic
of me everyone likes my fiancee.
the fiance is hot
you? you look like a heroin dealer I knew in Toronto lol
or a cast member of Lock, Stock And Two Smoking Barrels... which is almost the same
I talk like it to
Well just remember to raise a glass, and I’ll do the same, on St Paddy’s
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
tuscan1 wrote:
Hay James you should put a pic of you up on this thread
And what do you think of my sig it’s a nice peace
of art i thought.
Well as Etain has said before, I’m the only member who has used my pics as my avatar since I joined
plus I don’t have any full size ones stored online, and too lazy to reactivate my photobucket account
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
me and Etain are gonna take some cutesy {or atleast the ones we show will be } pics when I go down to Toronto in 2 weeks
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
tuscan1 wrote:
Nice hat, that must reflect the artist in you.
Mad as a Hatter some might say, like my White Rabbit Alice with the Blue eyes
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
tuscan1 wrote:
Nice hat, that must reflect the artist in you.
Mad as a Hatter some might say, like my White Rabbit Alice with the Blue eyes
kinda suits you realy.
I used to wear it daily, when I lived in Toronto. I was painting wall and window murals in a shop in the fashion district. I lived walking distance from the downtown core of the city, so would walk around regularly.
Most cities I’ve lived in, I end up being “that guy who draws” or “that smart fu**er, who knows shyte” in toronto I was the Madhatter
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
tuscan1 wrote:
Nice hat, that must reflect the artist in you.
Mad as a Hatter some might say, like my White Rabbit Alice with the Blue eyes
kinda suits you realy.
I used to wear it daily, when I lived in Toronto. I was painting wall and window murals in a shop in the fashion district. I lived walking distance from the downtown core of the city, so would walk around regularly.
Most cities I’ve lived in, I end up being “that guy who draws” or “that smart fu**er, who knows shyte” in toronto I was the Madhatter
Theres nothing wrong with being idervidual and
standing out, and when people question it having
the inteligance to back up your iderviduality.
As promised, here’s a picture of me. I’m the one in the middle holding the shot glass (no alcohol in it...honest lol). This was taken at Halloween - the departments at the place I used to work had an interoffice costume competition. Me and the girl beside me came as “office appropriate saloon girls” as our theme was “Western”.
The scan of the pic isn’t that good unfortunately. I was using a library scanner and the glass must have been dirty...I was trying to scan and leave quickly as I had a half hour ride home after that.
--- Patience is sometimes the most difficult lesson.