Saturday, March 31, 2012

Sweet dudes continued.

If you ever happen to buy something nice in your life time, please do not share the price with anyone. There is nothing that helps convince people you are meat head quicker than flashing your cash. I know if you are doing this it is because you think that you are one sweet dude and that no one can truly know how fucking sweet you are without knowing how much money you can spend on newest stuff. Personally, I don't need to measure my dick with dollar spent. I use a good old fashioned ruler that cost a buck a staples. These sweet dudes go around saying, "My dick is, my computer cost $2000, wide or my penis is i spent $50,000 on a car long." Measure you genitals in imperial or metric, not in US or Canadian dollars.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Iron Chef Judges BS

Man I wish I could be judge on Iron Chef. Not so I could eat the delicious food. No, I want the sick worship the iron chef bribe. Have you heard some of the judges comments of the challenger's dishes. For example, I can't really taste the tuna in this dish, that has a huge slab of tuna on it. That would be like the second person in the human centipede claiming they can't taste the crap. I don't know how the challenger doesn't say BS. The iron chef always wins. Where do they find these challengers in the back of  MacDonald. The chairman of kitchen stadium is more corrupt than chairman Mao.

Hating on Tim Horton's Troll up the rim and lose

Those of you who had a bad troll up the rim. Give you number of losses here. Wow thank you Timbo. I appreciate 1 in 6 chance to swear and call Tim on his BS. The only way troll up rim could be worse is that you roll up the rim and the cup tells you that you are adopted or maybe that your parents died in a violent car accident. Maybe you could roll up the rim and there is a picture of a tim horton's employee spitting in your coffee

Cool story bro, how sweet are you dude.

Man how sweet are you dude. Sitting at liquor serving establishment listening to the two sweetest dudes on the planet Earth. Man hearing two guys talk about the things that makes them sweet probably the single greatest blessing of my life. I just got the official ranking of Canadian whiskeys. Oh wait a minute it is not whiskey its rye. And thank you for enlightening me that the most expensive whiskey is the best. Oh sorry i meant rye. I do not know much about whiskey. I just drink it. I didn't take the time get a PhD in sweetness with a minor in knowing unless information about liquor. These sweet dudes also have the keen ability of looking at price tag to measure quality.Then I can learn about how to make car go faster, because a sweet dude can't roll any where without some sweet wheels om his sweet ride. Cool story bro, give up on life. If you need to life you life where everybody sees, or in my case hear, how sweet you are, then go drive your sweet wheels of a cliff. All the money you could at throw at me, or anyone else sick of hearing your BS, will not slow down the beat down you deserve for polluting the air with the contents of that near empty head.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Leafs suck

God if there is one thing that makes the bitterness of my life bearable, it is watching the Toronto maple leafs lose 7-1 to any team other than the Calgary flames because I really hate those plugs. At least I will go to sleep tonight knowing there is some one more pissed off than me. Leafs suck! If Brian Burke has a stroke before me I can sleep knowing hockey is safe for future generations. Stop the tradition of Onterrible hockey.

Ghetto Tory

Tory lecture has no damn Chairs out side in the waiting area. There are more benches and chairs in CCIS then there is dollars going into the arts this year. Why don't we take some couches out of Indira's house we just paid to redecorate.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

screw second cup at U Alberta

Yesterday I went to the second cup in the Tory building at University of Alberta. I got a cup of coffee on the way to class because I was in a hurry and couldn't make it to a Tim Horton's. F#@$ me it was like drinking motor oil. The fine workers of second cup know what coffee should look like, what is should smell like, but they do not know what it should taste like. It was like they just cracked a car batter into each cup. I am not even a connoisseur of coffee. I don't know what is good coffee, but I know what taste like crappy coffee is.