In this week's Declassified, we see Torontonians airing things out.
What could be more fun than twisting someone’s arm in a town where no one knows your name? What is this? Who does this? Do people know we’re reading this stuff?
So when people ask how you met, which one of you will take the blame for dropping the bomb?
Hold the phone. Slap Chop isn’t an antique? And that box of chalk I bought isn’t either? Wait, this phone isn’t too? Gah! Drop the phone! Drop the phone! Sell it on Craigslist!
This sounds curiously like an ad about this person’s ex-girlfriend.
Pretty sure this is why Toronto has a growing number of cyclists.
This sounds Maddening! (One of us had to say it.)