If you want to play the game you gotta use the pieces that are in the box.

I’m walking around the sidewalks of Toronto today, wishing I had a warmer jacket.

Come for the music. Stay for the ass. Next show: Saturday, April 22 at the Junction Underground #thebrokes

Lost in the valley of malls, the kids are all eating themselves.

This city’s shrinking down. I think it’s time to leave this town. Pulling out while there’s still time. Littered all my memories behind.

When people say my feet smell they mean my nose #soxcess

The idea is to trick the moms’ into letting the kids bop with us.

Where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop raining, lord?

They said, “I’d be artistically free. Come sign a bit of paper.”

An original member of the fannypack familia just dropped a new album on the world. Do yourself a favour and give it a spin or two.

Hey Tim Hortons what’s up with the chunks of hard plastic in your cream cheese?! I’m only somewhat, moderately satisfied 👎

When did we start charging for mayo? We used to be a country, a proper country! #oldmanyellsatcloud

I was dancing all alone, a little self-conscious when some kids came up and said “for dancing, come with us.”

I wonder if I’ll ever get excited about finding a box of trash again.

Being early for something is an aggressive act in itself.

And we may never meet again so shed your skin and let’s get started.

Mum’s the word. My advice is pretend you haven’t heard.

Every time I tweet I alienate myself a little more all of you. I think I’m using social media wrong.

Play it cool and Saran Wrap all you can.

If I die, turn my tweets into a book.