in memorium.

dear chubbz,

you were the coolest van ever.

take care

saturday

there will be a van party somewhere in downtown montreal. it will be the last hurrah for chubbz as i will not be renewing the plates. come party one last time in the belly of the party beast. this is for anyone who has ever spent some time or maybe never even got to ride in him. tell stories, drink beer, piss out the hole in the floor and possibly listen to 90's pop punk. call me if you want to come or leave me a message. who knows, maybe the squirrel that was living in him will come party too.

ps. this is not an opportunity to trash him since i am trying to sell him.

we live in a world.

here is an angry list.

1. if you have kankles and are a fat obese piece of shit, dont try running across the road. what the fuck is up with fat people? i saw a woman at the children's hospital who could literally crush a small child with her fat ass.

2. if you dont like the city and all of us CrAzY people that live in it, dont fucking come here. you got what was coming to you.

3. montreal cops are the most power hungry pieces of shit known to man.

4. mcgill bros deserve to be u-locked.


here is a good list.

1. so many beers, soooooooo many.

2. bikes.

3. stef anderson.

4. stef anderson and her hockey fight fighting tactics.

5. jugs of carlo rossi.

6. stealing muffins.

7. going to bed when the sun is coming up and not doing drugs to achieve that.

8. slipping down a very slippery path.



we live in a world.

garlic breath.

pumped that i didnt blow a bunch of money of food last night, although the stealing of pizza crusts was taken to a whole new level. why do those pizza places put so much damn garlic on their pizz? i was slizzin' all over the place last night.

my farts smell.

shake this.

for the second night in a row, im really drunk. not as bad as last night, but still drunk enough. i biked all over the city today which ruled. my mom called me a bum, which also ruled. i love the "summer". more bike riding tomorrow.

wish you were here stef!

working for the weekend.

i am a can-man.

burgers rule.

i puked on emma's leg.

forever fucked.

the van is dead. this is really the straw that broke the camel's back. im tired of getting it fixed and i think its tired of driving around with 2 tons worth of people and gear in it. good enough run but im admitting defeat.

as if things could get any worse, i am currently getting over having pink eye, and i also have a chest infection. what the fuck?

as if things could actually get worse, i was given a ticket today for being parked in a delivery zone. thing is, i have a delivery plate. pretty bizarre huh? the day theres actually somewhere to park along that road and i dont have to tell someone with a normal plate to move, theres a fucking over zealous pig there handing out tickets like coors light during spring break daytona. the montreal police force is a joke, their officers are jokes and i fully encourage everyone to fuck with them any chance you get. theres no way in hell im paying that fucking ticket.

fuck this stupid fucking world.