Yesterday was the first day that it felt like summer. As per usual nobody prepared for it while sitting on a patio at lunch time. It’s always the same mentality. “I’m invincible against the sun because of the lack of sunshine that I’ve received over the past 6 months. Why am I wearing long sleeves and jeans? Why am I melting? Was the sun always this hot?”
Mini pitcher specials on a patio are dangerous. I need to drink this at least 1.8x faster than a normal beer due to the temperature outside. It’s also lunchtime – probably shouldn’t consume alcohol that quickly. On the other hand, it is Friday, and mini-pitcher specials aren’t going to last forever (here they actually do).
The NDP is coming across like a desperate girlfriend calling me right now. “Hey… remember that one time when we had a really great time together. We could have that again. Give me a call back. Or, you could just text me your credit card details. Send cash in a crow’s mouth, drop off empties at our downtown Kitchener office – whatever works for you. Actually I’m not sure how this relates to a desperate girlfriend, and I’m too lazy to go back and rewrite this.
People always get up in arms about the election. Here’s the simple way who to vote for.
PC: Don’t take my money. I’ve worked hard to gain this money and would prefer keeping the majority of it – if others can’t make this kind of money it’s not my problem. Would rather not think about people that need help with any issues (not always).
NDP: Require Government help with the same things the PC people (not always) don’t want to believe exist. Don’t make a lot of money. Are you in your 20s-30s? Money (or things money can buy) isn’t the first thing that comes up when thinking of the pursuit of happiness (they may turn into a PC person when acquiring more money).
Liberal: In between the above two parties
*Remember folks – this is a comedy blog*
I’ve been on a soft 80’s kick recently. Is Phil Collins the Godfather of soft 80’s rock? That’s not quite as tough sounding as Black Sabbath the Godfather’s of Metal. Maybe this is why he hasn’t gone by this.
Top 3 things that I would rather do then go to Boots and Hearts (country music festival)
3) Be trampled by a pack of llamas that were all wearing headphones that had Rage Against the Machine cranked
2) Live with a man that only enjoyed Nascar and Indian Cricket for one full weekend. Any time that you tried to change the channel he yelled at you, while shaking a box of Kraft Dinner (not sure if he’s threatening me to have to eat it or use it as a weapon)
3) Have to wear “cheesy saying” t-shirts purchased from Walmart for one full year.
I tried chewing tobacco while in high-school. This was a huge mistake. Why do they call it chewing tobacco if you don’t chew it? I did chew it – then I barfed. This was before the internet told me how to do things.
People that could climb trees quickly always fascinated me as a child. They would scale a tree in less than 2 minutes. They would then sit proudly on one of the thinner branches (looking confident, but also a bit scared) near the top of a 25 foot tree. Then there would be the nervous, and less confident scaling down which included a jump that was probably a bit dangerous. Maybe I should clarify here – I never actually wanted to do this myself, and was fascinated why anybody would want to.
Knitting always confused me. Why would anybody want to sit there and make a blanket for hours on end? I think as you soon as you hit the age of 36 you begin to understand that your brain’s RPM needs to be slowed down every once in a while. I still don’t knit, but I get it.
My shower was fixed recently in my apartment building. By fixed I mean they repaired the wall with a slathering of paint and fu**ed up my water pressure.