Photo Exploring.

Hello there readers. This blog will probably be one of the most annoying, seeing as i will be uploading several photos, thus meaning that all you lazy assholes need to move that floating arrow on your screen to your right and use the scroll bar. I apologize.

So, i was looking through old and new photos and i’ve come to realize that i am lucky to have captured several things. Seeing as i was one of the first people in my circle of friends with a digital camera, i soon became so obsessed with photo -taking that i began to carry my camera around with me everywhere. If this wasn’t so, Some of the following photographs wouldn’t exist. I do admit, however, that some of these photos weren’t even taken by my camera or by me, yet i decided to add them in because they were quite Lawlz. Let’s commence.

Augh, please don’t judge me but i was in church one day … and pigeons started to crash the sermon. They were lost, scared, and they kept crashing into things. They soon realized to follow the light and go with god…literally.

I’m probably the only lucky lasalle-er to capture this one because it was only up for less than a day. This is supposed to be the sign outside of a Car-repair shop advertising their deals and specials. It seems like some ruffians were out and about and re-arranged the letters to write such vulgarity.

It might be really hard to see, but yes, that says “Lost Iguana.” I’m not kidding. I ripped that paper off after taking the picture and it’s sitting in front of me, taped onto my wall. Apparently the Iguana’s name is “Orjanjello”

Proof that my house is haunted. I’m not kidding, there’s a weird figure there in the background, look for it. Sour Dee’z was my witness. (aka Sarah Dunaj)

She’s probably going to kill me for this. But holy shit, remember when Sour Dee’z had an eyebrow ring? (R.I.P)

Augh, Guys, remember the good old days when we used to write PLE on EVERYTHING? Even nature got destroyed.

Yes, there they are, the famous third floor benches which caused such an uproar in the blog titled “Benchwarmers.”

Bedard street is filled with such a variety of tarif (see definitions) people. Dee’zs next door neighbors are apparently holy to the core, that they even have to let everyone in the public know. My plan by the end of the summer is to write “666″ largely, over the holy man’s name and then sit,watch, and wait till they notice.

These are the kinds of places we like to hang out in. Oh, Jaydu, there’s your favorite brick in the background.

This picture is just to let everyone know not to wear neon face paint when trying to convince the cops that “I’m a good person, i swear, i was just curious.”

Me and Mina’s secret love affair revealed, captured as she was trying to run away, attempting to save our relationship from the media and the press.

Though this picture does not suffice, it is to remind us all that we use shivs on a daily basis and to warn us that there are people out there biting our steez. Listen, we’ve seen your facebook albums and we’re not happy about the fact that you too are using the sign, without knowing anything about it’s origins and meaning. We’d highly appreciate it if you just stop. Now.

I want to dedicate this to…Haha you know who you are. Please don’t kill me.

One of the grandest moments in my life. We live out the movie 8mile on several occasions and this is one of them. Lunice Feat. X to the Z - XZibit, 3:30 am, St Laurent.

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Augh, okay so i’m going to stop here because i know you’ll all be fully annoyed. Proot Out Shivsies.