Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


Basic 10th grade existential math equation.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


This artist’s similes are like a garbage can full of telephones.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


I’m having a beautiful dream where I urinate in a grimy bathroom; also my leg is slowly becoming warm.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


Advice is seldom welcome; and those who need it the most, always like it the least.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


Pimps are “notorious” for not allowing their employees to drink and drive; evidenced here.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


A square prude doesn’t want me to urinate.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


Possibly a retarded dog, with a nose instead of a snout, communicates abstractly in English instead of onomatopoeia.
Boy: Crooked Star (Toronto)


A fan of toilet procedures.