The Drunken Antics of Anonymous Strangers

[mbarrick]

This morning I found a strip of negatives, bent in half and trod-on in the rain, lying on the stairs to the Burrard Skytrain station.

The always-amusing, never-gets-old, tried-and-true, "straws up the nose" routine.

The inevitable "Ish lurvs sheesh guy!" stage, replete with the "Howsh dish ting worr?" thumb in the photo.

All's well that ends well.