015: Ur'gh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

Obligatory to a Toronto summer, or any summer really is the backyard brunch. Not the strictest of events, it doesn't require breakfasty food or even to be before lunch. We just like having bruncheons because it sounds cute albeit poncey.

Here is Christina bearing a platter of meat I could not deign to sink my ballin, perfect teeth into. She looks a bit like a meat-wench. I'm sure that's a legitimate fantasy for a lot of bros out there.


Instead, I had a cold one...


Get TRASHED!


Brunchers


As a substitue, I had this veg burger with a healthy shmeer of BBQ sauz.
... unfortch, there were some indwelling onions. I had to fish them out out of fear of death.


Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me... Not after a Rubens, anyway... all those cherries


Watteau, dear?

That night was good times. I got crizzunk, lost a lot of money, vomited in public, sent disturbing text messages to people and was put in a cab by my dear friend.


Oh and just to shake things up:


Yes take my word for it, Marge. Kevin's eaten most of the early nineteenth-century British landscape artists, and I've learnt not to worry.