emil just wants to relax tonight and watch 'the passion of the christ'.

perv time! so. i went to the new-ish dollarama downtown yesterday to purchase some posterboard for a project and had a balding (but also overcompensating by growing out the rest of his hair), 30-ish, phat, security guard try to pick me up by talking to me about artichoke hearts and crackers. and then, when that wasn't working, he told me about how he was buying a funnel to help facilitate his ice-tea making.  

he must live in his mom's basement.