Suitcase Sam Band

If I die, turn my tweets into a book.

Play it cool and Saran Wrap all you can.

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

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

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

Being early for something is an aggressive act in itself.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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