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1. if they dont turn this into a mini series, immediately, y’all cray

2. artie lange has GOT to play mayor rob ford

3. meatloaf has to play his brother tom

on my way to see the beautiful and delightfully witty lowercase carmen

when i spotted this Hope parody.

i showed her this image on my iphone and asked her who the gentleman was

she rolled her eyes and said OMG ROB FORD.

today the rest of the world knows him as the alleged crack smoking TO mayor.

even though many of my amigos in canada don’t like this mayor

i feel like i must apologize for the US’s influence creeping once again into canada.

mayors smoking crack, allegedly, should only be an American thing.

the northern illinois marching band played in the lobby

we went to a house party in a town called Barrie. Barrie has lots of snow

the house had all kinds of people, many dogs, a cat, and lots of fish

missc, paulie, and i dressed up as clockwork orange. we all played air hockey.
g-d do people in canada love hockey!

so yeah, we dressed up like clockwork orange. then the pirate eye patches came out.
the only thing missing were the pimp canes and fake mustaches.

carrie made paulie a 2 girls 1 cup cake. not one picture was sfw, except this one of Giuseppina taking a pic of the barbies

she also made cookies. which were sfw. the name, rapey eye cookies, however, were not sfw

after the ball dropped we hopped in the hot tub in the snow. as it snowed.
mighty amazing, and in the morn we had eggs, toast, and Chocolate Milk!!!!

Happy New YEAR!

and with who:

cassie and keri are amazing peeps and super fun. after we went through kensington jamaica for fur shopping:

and then beer shopping at the government run booze palace

the lines went all the way to the back of the store:

i got a beer:

now im about to head to Barrie! hot tubs! girls who dont like boys! OMGZ

we’ve had a pretty good decade together havent we? you betcha.

k, then can you talk to Mr. Clock and tell him to give me a frickin break. every night im trying to make something happen and its 225am or something insane.

tomorrow im supposed to meet Casie at noon and id really just like to sleep all day.

but thats no way to spend the last days of vacation.

i also have the worst stomach situation.

sushi for lunch with soft shelled crab followed by poutine and shawerma from a truck is no way to treat the thing that youve abused the most in yr life.

plus that super big gulp of Capt Morgan courtney poured me followed by the molson canadians pauly kept broing me.

how am i even awake right now?

ah thats right, the 630p nap.

i think companies should factor that into bonuses now that we’re in this neverending recession.

most companies (that arent AIG or all of those banks we bailed out) have a hard time giving their employees raises. so in lieu of that they should offer either a few extra personal days off, or what i would be stoked for: permission to nap in their cars for a good 20-30 minutes after lunch.

does wonders for me. probably because im so ridiculously olde.

for a foreign land than for the USA

and maybe its harder for some to love the US after the last 7 years of whatever this is

but a few years ago i drove around my home and native land, and that made me feel good about the People of the US, and its something i recommend everyone do at least once in their life.

see it for yourself.

however

canada truly rules so much that even though i have an hour to kill before my limo takes me to the airport, i think im just gonna go hang out at the hottub than go through a photo essay recap of this week, cuz i dont wanna go home.

even though im totally ready to rock my new job

and see my friends there

and enjoy the mild southern cal temperatures.

yesterday i sloshed thru slush, ate ribs and chicken, made out with a pretty girl who said i have the best lines, watched tons of hockey, and later shared a quick drink with two dudes who i have so much love and respect for

if theres ever a draft, im so here.

a fuckit, heres some pics

yesterday:

new years eve:

au revoir, mes amis!