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Everywhere I Have Ever Been Sucks

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

Canada’s Wonderland: I haven’t actually been there since I was about 12, because waiting half an hour in line so I can be spun in a centrifuge for 30 seconds is not my idea of fun, but, from what I remember, Canada’s Wonderland contains glorious attractions, such as: pavement covered in gum, benches covered in gum, trees coved in gum and $3 cans of Coke.

The Pinery: The only place in Canada where you can find an oak savanna, which basically means that it’s really sandy and, if you spend any amount of time there, you will be picking sand out of your possessions and body for 3 months afterwards.

Guelph: According to local legend, some epic battle is being waged by the Mafia, the Triads and the Hell’s Angels over who gets to claim Guelph as their own. I have seen absolutely no evidence of this whatsoever. The only gangs in Guelph are the roving gangs of hippies, that will try to coerce you into joining their drum circle and/or sign their petition to shut down the Wal-Mart (their petition to stop the Wal-Mart from being built failed).

The most annoying thing about the hippies is that some of them will adamantly deny that they are, in fact, hippies.

“I may ride an ergonomic bicycle, wear hemp clothing and complain to others about their massive ‘carbon footprints’, but I’m no goddamn hippie! Look at how clean-cut I am!” they say and “Ha!” I laugh.

You’re hippies and your attempts to convince others that you’re not, with your short hair and your Nikes, will not make me change my mind.

Puslinch Township: One day the amount of McDermotts and Pilkingtons in Puslinch is going to hit critical mass and the whole place is going to collapse in on itself, as the billions of cows watch on in horror. No one outside of Puslinch will care though, because no one ever cares about the middle of nowhere, or the people that live there.

Lunenburg: Ah, historic Lunenburg, where the shops close at 4pm, they call the police if you go outside after 10pm, but you can talk about the stupid Bluenose all day long. Seriously, it’s the most backwards place I have ever been. Everyone there is like 300 years old and retarded. They complain constantly about things like stores being open on Sunday, not being able to understand the “new-fangled-internet-thing”, the “Evil Foreigners” that the government let in the country, how things aren’t the way they were 300 years ago etc. etc. etc. And then, in the very next sentence, relay their confusion over why all the young people are leaving.

Please tell me, why do you people steal so much copper wiring? All I ever heard about on the news there was how some more copper wiring had been stolen. Surely getting a job would take less effort than sneaking into a building and tearing the wiring out of the walls.

And, for the record, the reason the government sends more money to Ontario then Nova Scotia, is because Ontario has 12 times the population of Nova Scotia, not because they’re “jerks what hate the Maritimes”.

Cochrane: Cochrane is full of annoying rednecks and annoying “alternative culture” people. All the “Alternative Culture” kids want to move to Vancouver when they grow up. Little do they know that it’s really expensive to live in Vancouver and, to pay for it, they’d probably have to work for one of those “Evil Corporations”, that they claim to despise, while at the same time consuming products made by these “Evil Corporations” at an alarming rate. “Conformist” shit and “Alternative” shit is all made by the same underpaid 5-year-old in China, you tards.

Also, I saw at least three trucks emblazoned with Confederate flags in Cochrane and that doesn’t make any sort of sense at all.

Note to the rednecks that live there: Wearing a cowboy hat, when you live in a suburb and have never even seen a horse, doesn’t make you a cowboy, it makes you a douche bag. And eating steak every night is a good way to get your ass dead by the age of 35.

Toronto: What kind of fucking crazy wank-job did you do to the ROM!? You retarded bastards! And what’s with all the dumb-looking moose sculptures? There hasn’t been a moose anywhere near Toronto for like 200 years.

Everytime I come home from Toronto, my snot is pitch black. That’s reason enough to hate the place.

African Lion Safari: This place is one of the most depressing places I have ever been. All the animals hardly moved and they looked incredibly sad (having cars drive close to you constantly probably isn’t good for the psyche) and their “African habitats” incorporated huge piles of small rocks for some inexplicable reason.

Also, according to my parents, when they went there one time, before I was born, some baboons ate their windshield wipers. Baboons are jerks.

Seriously, avoid this shiat and go to the Toronto Zoo, if you want to see animals.

Quebec City: I’m not sure why this place is considered tourism worthy. Sure, there are some nice looking old buildings, but they’re filled with chincy souvenir shops that all sell the same crap now and, for some reason, the people that run these shops get incredibly irritated when you speak English to them.

It’s a souvenir shop. Most tourists don’t speak French. Stop being such sourpusses, you wankers.

Fun Fact: Quebecers try and act like they have such close ties to France and shit, but actual French people hate Quebec, because, apparently, Quebecan French sounds nearly retarded and incoherent to a Parisian French speaker. Not as retarded as Montrealan French, though.

Chicago: There’s absolutely no parking. The buildings and public transit are rundown. The hobos will eat you and your entire family. But, as far as I can tell, this describes just about every major city in the U.S. and A.

Aberfoyle: My saltdough sculpture should have come in 1st, not 3rd, at the Fall Fair, you sons of bitches. *shakes fist*

My Mind: Holy shit, enough with the pink elephants already.

NerdL0L

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

I’m bored, so you all must suffer… All 5 of you…

 

INVISIBLE FINGER!


Hooked on Huttese!


You has a flavour!

 

Longsnake is loooooong!

 

I are serious Sirrus This is serious thread

 

Goblin King is watching you masturbate!

 

I can has honour!?

 

Yeaaahhhh… These aren’t really funny to anyone except me. Except the Star Wars one, that one isn’t funny to anyone. ;)

Herpes and other Deal Breakers

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of television (the outdoors is currently cold and unpleasant) and I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in the herpes medication commercials. Mainly, that there are so many couples featured in them.

I don’t know about you, but if I found out that my husband had herpes, he wouldn’t remain my husband for very much longer. In fact, I’d probably murder his sorry ass and I sure as Hell wouldn’t let him anywhere near my vagina ever again, even if he was taking Valtrex to control his outbreaks (ew ew ew fucking ew!)

Generally speaking, if you have periodic outbreaks of anything, I’m going to pitch you to the curve. Outbreaks are a deal breaker for me.

For example, I would be extremely displeased with periodic outbreaks of choreographed song and dance with the villagers. Those villagers must toil day and night in my mines and fields, if we are to achieved the quotas set forth by the Five Year Plan.

I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE STALIN MURDER MY ASS AGAIN!

That reminds me. Being Joseph Stalin is also a deal breaker for me.

I just really hate moustaches. Although, I am impartial to beards with moustaches, but not without moustaches.

I’m weird like that.

Can someone please send me some gauze? I think my brain is leaking out my ear!

BWAHAHAH! I’m Going to Shop in the Wal-Mart in Guelph and There’s Nothing You can do About it!

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

Hello, internets peoples!

I don’t know if the internets knows much about Guelph, so I’ma gonna tell its about its, paesanos.

Guelph is the city where the Mafia go to raise their children and therefore, has an incredibly low crime rate and an incredibly high “accidental” leg breaking rate.

For awhile the Mafia had total control over most of the businesses in Guelph; they were mostly mom and pop operations and were easily intimidated.

But then along came big Wal-Mart, who was not so easily intimidated, to mosey in on the Mafia’s territory.

For years and years the Mafia prevented Wal-Mart from setting up shop by using their vast political influences to deny Wal-Mart zoning, or, as the Italians like to call it: pizzoning.

Eventually though, there arose a city council that the Mafia couldn’t buy off. This city council provided Wal-Mart with its permit, thereby giving the people of Guelph an alternative to Mafia run businesses and freeing the city from its descent into goombahism.

This council was subsequently all voted out and placed in the bottom of a lake in the following election.

And that’s why I’m only going to shop at the the Wal-Mart when I’m in Guelph, because otherwise I’d be a Mafia supporting scumbag.

And now you know the rest of the story.

Chemistry is not Magic!

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

So I was watching this horrible magic trick contest show called Phenomenon, which is hosted by Chriss Angel (a fraud) and Uri Geller (a bigger fraud).

So this one guy was doing this trick where he had to pick out and drink a beaker of water from amongst what was supposedly a bunch of beakers of hydrochloric acid, but the whole thing fell apart when he had to prove that it was in fact hydrochloric acid in the beakers.

To prove it was hydrochloric acid, he threw what he told us was aluminium foil into the liquid which caused it to erupt in a glorious display of bubbles, steam and… flame? That didn’t seem right…

I don’t think it was aluminium foil or hydrochloric acid. More likely it was a metal like potassium or lithium and water. So all the beakers were safe! He could’ve drank any one of them and have been fine!

There was no bloody trick there at all! The jerk just lied to everyone and did a ninth grade science experiment.

Magic tricks should always have some slight of hand or a box with a clever trapdoor, not just lies.

And Chriss Angel had a picture of himself on his pants. What a douchebag!

A Package of Black Underwear

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

After years and years of searching, I have finally found a package of underwear that contains just black underwear. Previously, the most I could ever hope for was a package with one black pair, one white pair, one striped pair and one with some cutesy pattern with bunnies or something.

I have never understood why almost all men’s underwear comes in monotone packs, but women’s underwear comes in insane variety packs where nothing matches.

What kind of grown woman would be caught dead wearing bunny pattern underwear anyway?  Or do they wear it just because the only alternative is $10 single pairs?

Whatever. Now I’m going to go search for some reasonably priced black bras.

I prolly won’t find any.

Sidney Poitier Can’t Fart

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

I feel really sorry for the great leaders and role models in our society. Having to compose oneself with dignity and virtuosity 24/7 doesn’t sound like an easy or enjoyable way to live to me.

Being the scum of the Earth, I take a lot of things for granted. I can dress in torn clothing, not comb my hair and fart in the company of others, all without being knocked down a peg.

You can’t get much lower than scum.

Sidney  Poitier, however, being a very important role model for black people, has way too much riding on his ass to be seen farting. If Sidney Poitier farts, it will be all over the news the next day, the civil rights movement will be knocked back 10 years and his illustrious career will be all but forgotten, just because of the the simple act of passing gass.

So, the next time you fart in your friend’s face or entrap your wife in a Dutch oven, remember to think of all those poor dignified folks that retained their farts so you wouldn’t have to.

Tags+Categories=BAGAGH?!

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

Sooooooooooooo…. Now I have categories AND tags?

Why!?

What is any of this shit even for!?

Fuck you web 2.0 and your confusing of me!

And what the shit is this XFN shit supposed to do anyway!?

Whoever woke me up at 7AM is going to pay dearly. 

No, I’m not going to “finish the fight”! Fuck off!

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

Sooooooo…. For the last fricken two months, just about every male that I know has been ranting about fucking Halo 3 and how it’s going to be “OMG, THE BEST MOTHER-FUCKING GAME OF ALL TIME!”, because it’s going to have “FUCKING LASERS AND FUCKING SPACESHIPS AND THESE FUCKING ALIENS THAT SHOOT FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THEIR MOTHER-FUCKING FOREHEADS!”

I really don’t understand the kind of fervour that dudes exhibit over this kind of thing, or the fact that they seem to think that I should feel the same way.

I’ve seen fucking aliens shoot fucking shit out of their mother-fucking foreheads before. It’s really nothing new.

Maybe, it’s because I’m a girl and am, therefore, genetically predisposed to being excited that there’s going to be a MOTHER-FUCKING HARVEST MOON ONLINE! AND MY FUCKING PUMPKIN PATCH IS GOING TO PWN ALL!

When you meet a stranger in the Alps…

Friday, July 6th, 2007

It’s a yeti! You must flee!

It’s a yeti! You must flee!