tonight Barker and i saw a naked man running down the street at bloor and ossington, at around 9pm-ish. we were babbling away and then i said "oh look, there's a naked man across the street" and Barker said "why, so there is!" and then we kept walking.
he did pause for a moment in front of a shoe store and then raced south down ossington, figuring it was closed, i guess, so nothing would be had of window shopping.
a sure and significant sign that spring is in the air.
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Singers is a great shoe store. I can't think of any shoe store I'd sooner run naked in front of
(sounds of uncontrollable laughter from the east end.)
goodness. it's True, isn't it! D.F and his oblivity (sic) to the naked man was probably the most significant part of the whole event!
although i can Very Safely say that the shamefully bad movie we saw really Wasn't.
and i don't remember the cat named Duck, at all. that might have been a redeeming feature, had i remembered it.
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