Gobble Gobble

Long time no blog. I like to give a shout out of congrats to the Bakers on there newest member to the family. I hear Baker Junior already has a bigger horn then his old man.

Reporting on events that passed. Todd’s stag. Well, the weather wasn’t the greatest, but that didn’t hold anybody back from sharing Nubian jokes for most of the night. The only thing missing , was a burning cross on the front lawn. And on a side note, I did not part take in any of it. And to top it all off, I saw a naked fat man as soon as I got there, which wasn’t a surprise knowing Todd’s taste in men.

Met my new neighbors recently. My brown neighbor to the right, who’s name is Kumar. This is funny, because now I’m looking foreword to puffing on a blunt, getting the munchies, and walking to burger king. I'll call it "Goody and Kumar go for some BK mini's Bitches"
And my neighbor to left, who I see in his driveway, sipping on a bud light, see him at the neighbors across the street, sipping on a bud light, see him on the other side of the bay, sipping on a bud light.
The street reminds of the movie Friday, mostly everyone on the street sits on there front porch or driveway sipping on some drinks. I should call Day Day, Smoky, and Craig over, for some colt 45, and some blunts. And do it all over again next Friday.... Snoochie boochies

On a side note, I lost yet another phone. It was at the start of a rye drinking night. But before I had my first rye, I noticed “where is my phone”? Retraced my steps, and still nothing. It was like Keyser Söze, poof, it was gone.

Now it’s time for my monthly segment of what really grinds my gears. You know what grinds my gears, well, I’ll tell ya, skinny punks thinking that there tough wearing tap out or affliction shirts, nothing but a pair of clown shoes.

Now for my once a year segment, inspired by thanksgiving. I am thankful for center ice hockey. Cause, who wants to watch the Leafs and Oilers every Saturday? Not fuckin me.

Things coming up, Todd’s social and wedding, getting a haircut, heading to Yorkton, and installing a faucet in my bathroom.
Peace out bitches

Warning: Foul Langauge

Just over a month has past since my last post. Another week of holidays gone, a year older, and a fresh start. As for my holiday's, went to the cabin for some maxxing and relaxing. Went to Moose's cabin for a couple of romantic nights, golf, the saint, and some hot gay sex you could cook a grill cheese with.

As for for my b-day, noticed I' m getting older, my ballz were hanging 2cm lower then usual, then went to drown my sorrows at the Scottish pavilion, other then the bag pipes and fort garry pale ale, pretty good.

New monthly segment, aspired by Peter Griffin. What grinds my gears, well I'll fuckin tell ya, pay bars at a wedding. And the story goes like this:

Went to my brother's friends wedding in Brandon. Looking dapper as always, I walk into the reception with my date, placed the envelope in the jar, and proceeded to the bar. But wait, catching something in the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the guests holding tickets. I'm thinking, why would there be tickets at a wedding, do country weddings have a 50/50 draw, putting 2 and 2 together, it's a fuckin pay bar. Let's just say I was that close to taking money out of the envelope to pay for drinks.
For all who suckas getting married, and thinking of having a pay bar, put it on the fuckin invite. That's what really grinds my gears, and also white framed sunglasses, brutal.

Things coming up, Todd's stag, new house, drinking some beers, and more hot gay sex. that's all I got for now. gigity

One Crazy Summer, so far.....

I like to thank Marsh for putting me beside Whitney, I look like the guy from Beetlejuice with the little head. Looking foreword to summer holidayz.
Just had a week off, golfed with Phife dogg in Baker's golf league, and q-tip wasn't far behind, didn't golf to bad for my first time out, but that will change.
Sang my first song at the limelite, it was funny, the song was Billy Jean, (not by Chris Cornell). I cleared the place out, it was sick, then has I'm getting off stage, Micheal Jackson must of risen from his grave, looks at me, takes his white glove, slaps me in the face, and says, " are you for real, you must be kidding me", and then he left. So there goes my singing career.
Towards the tail end of my holidays , I go to a pool party, get dumped in the pool with my wallet, and my phone still in my pockets by some girl that I haven't seen before in my life, it got even funnier the next day when I had to shell out $150 for a new cell phone. BIACH.
My cousin from Ontario is in town keeping me out and about all of the time, tried to burn down Moose's cabin, but I was to busy making love to Winnie the Pooh in the bee costume. As for things to come, a wedding in Brandon, Todd's fag (stag) party, and much, much more. I'll keep ya posted.