Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Blah.

Now we go to Sean Connery.
And your answer was:


The letter V
Well I'll tell you what my friend
V is a Roman numeral.
So despite your best efforts you are correct.
Lets see what you wagered:

Thats great.
We'll see you next time on celebrity jeopardy.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Pride With Sacrifice.

I know to generations of the past I dont work that hard.

But thats typical.

As a society we get lazier and lazier with time.

But I work hard at what I do.

And though I will never be my dad,

Or my uncles,

I put in my hard hours on the job.

And sacrifice my leisure time.

I like to try and maintain a balance.

Play hard.

But work harder.

Which is why I feel this was validated.

And am beaming with my new pride and joy.





Monday, April 20, 2009

Play It Again Sam.

I know I have said it too many times on this blog.
But what the hell.
Here it is one more time.

I love this city.

Deer Lake was, is and always will be my place to be.




Sunday, April 19, 2009

Stay Calm.

I found a white hair last night.
My first one.
I pray I don't end up like my dad.
50 and almost completely white.
Fuck.

Stress will be the death of me.
Which stands to reason.
Wont it be the death of us all?
Boh.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

*Droool*

I'm nearly foaming at the mouth.
Its almost here.
That sacred time of year.
When women take the backseat.
And become widows.
26 more hours to go.
One more sleep.


PLAYOFFS BABY YEAH!!!

GO CANUCKS GO!!!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Two Years In A Lifetime.

Because this song still says it better than I can.

All the things you mean to me.

And always will.

We are two years into a lifetime.

And I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Happy Anniversary Marlee.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Backtracking.

Sorry Pat.

But I have to change my answer.

The greatest smell in the world is not bacon.

Though it is a close second.

No the winner is the smell of a fresh spring rain.

No questions asked.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Where Are The Exits Located?

Anyone know the meaning of ultimate discomfort?

.................

Ok I'll tell you.

Lets start with just plain discomfort.

Its taking off your right shoe and sock.

On the church altar.

In front of the entire congregation.

And having your foot washed.

By the priest.

And the part that puts the ultimate in there?

Having the priest kiss your foot when he is done.

.............

Yeah.

Monday, April 06, 2009

You'd Better Pray...

If I EVER catch you,
You dirty no good piece of shit
twinkle-toed cock sucking
mother fuckers....

If I EVER EVER have you in my clutch,
I will break you in two.
I will curb stomp your disrespectful
immature
arrogant
jealous asses,
Until a positive identification is impossible.

I know its just a truck.
But it is MY truck.
And no one has the right to defile it like this.

You fucks better pray.
To whatever deity you fucking want.
Because I will make you wish you'd never set foot near my truck.

You'd better fucking pray.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Why?

Just in case there was any doubt...



Thursday, April 02, 2009

The Gem Of My Eye.

I will never leave this place.
This city that is my home.
It is as much a part of me, as I am of it.
It courses through my veins.
And dwells in my heart
And for as long as I draw breath,
I will proclaim my affinity for it.
Vancouver.
You are a jewel to the world.