I just want to clear up a few issues:
First of all, I'm not pregnant. It's actually Sick Dick who is pregnant. And Cody is most likely the father. No one is surprised about it.
Secondly, I also had some of that steak and cheese pizza and it totally sucked.
As for those claims that I am a "dirty slut"... they are mostly true.
- The Editor
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Game Genie.
So I guess I ordered pizza the other night and was not very happy with what arrived, as I just found this email that I sent to Pizza Pizza.
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So, I ordered a Philly chesse steak pizza, as I have had it before and loved it. But, little did I know that either you have downgraded the quality, or the pizza pizza franchise I ordered from just doesn't care. Basically there was a minimal amount of actual steak (some slices had no meat whatsoever), there was no provolone, which I recal was one of my favorite parts about this pizza when it first came out, and lastly it just wasn't very good whatsoever. The thing is, I have been ordering from Ginos lately, due to your lack of quality, and I really think I will continue that. I love pizza pizza, but I am overwhelmed by how terrible every time I have ordered has been lately. This is the first time ive ever thought to complain about youre services, but, when I think about it, i shouldve done it earlier. I love pizza, and your chain has really been slacking lately. I hope this is an indicator to hopefully make things better. I dont want anything for free, I just really felt the need to let someone know that your pizza, with me lately, has realy been fucking up. thanks,
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Who does that? It's all spelt wrong, and run on sentences. I was pretty hammered that night.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I got into a shoving match with a 45 year old bum on Yonge Street the other day. I was ready to hit him with my skateboard if things kept up, but I managed to just push off instead.
Good weekend all around. Spent yestarday in the rain at Roger Picnic. We had guestlist because I did a bunch of design work for the event, and I smoked a bunch of weed.
It ruled.
Wicked Tan.
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So, I ordered a Philly chesse steak pizza, as I have had it before and loved it. But, little did I know that either you have downgraded the quality, or the pizza pizza franchise I ordered from just doesn't care. Basically there was a minimal amount of actual steak (some slices had no meat whatsoever), there was no provolone, which I recal was one of my favorite parts about this pizza when it first came out, and lastly it just wasn't very good whatsoever. The thing is, I have been ordering from Ginos lately, due to your lack of quality, and I really think I will continue that. I love pizza pizza, but I am overwhelmed by how terrible every time I have ordered has been lately. This is the first time ive ever thought to complain about youre services, but, when I think about it, i shouldve done it earlier. I love pizza, and your chain has really been slacking lately. I hope this is an indicator to hopefully make things better. I dont want anything for free, I just really felt the need to let someone know that your pizza, with me lately, has realy been fucking up. thanks,
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Who does that? It's all spelt wrong, and run on sentences. I was pretty hammered that night.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I got into a shoving match with a 45 year old bum on Yonge Street the other day. I was ready to hit him with my skateboard if things kept up, but I managed to just push off instead.
Good weekend all around. Spent yestarday in the rain at Roger Picnic. We had guestlist because I did a bunch of design work for the event, and I smoked a bunch of weed.
It ruled.
Wicked Tan.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
We're sitting at the party table, where most of the magic happens. Jon Brown has killed a 26 of jack, while I have pretty much sat back and watched in awe.
It's 3.43 pm, on a sunday.
Life is good, seems as though working and being an adult has take precident to partying and being awesome. That will all change soon.
Gonna go to Rogers picnic now, only because we heard they have a beer tent.
The Editor is knocked up. We have about 8 dudes that could be the dad, so expect to see us on Maury Povich in the near future.
PS. The editor is a dirty slut.
It's 3.43 pm, on a sunday.
Life is good, seems as though working and being an adult has take precident to partying and being awesome. That will all change soon.
Gonna go to Rogers picnic now, only because we heard they have a beer tent.
The Editor is knocked up. We have about 8 dudes that could be the dad, so expect to see us on Maury Povich in the near future.
PS. The editor is a dirty slut.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Pride.
My neighborhood is going out of control with fat dudes in thongs, and bull dykes with no shirts.
It rules.
It rules.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Tuesday.
So im starting to notice that i only update on tuesdays. I think its because im too busy on monday's sleeping, or trying to stop my liver from crawling out of my body via my asshole.
Im seriously starting to wonder if partycity is a healthy choice.
its like super-size me. But with booze, and for longer.
T.H
Im seriously starting to wonder if partycity is a healthy choice.
its like super-size me. But with booze, and for longer.
T.H
Monday, June 23, 2008
Meli Melo.
I am DJ'ing this friday, at 751 Queen West (just west of Tecumseh, on the south side of Queen). Come out if you're in the area, and buy me a bunch of shots.
I'm only playing Nirvana and Wheatus.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Life.
Went to a bunch of shitty bars last night, and paid a bunch of ridiculous covers to get in.
The highlight was waking up this morning and thinking I pissed my pants because my jeans were soaked, but than my girlfriend reassuring me that it was because she poured a beer down my pants at the bar last night. I don't remember this happening, at all, and considering I was drinking JD out of the bottle, pissing my pants wasn't that ridiculous of an assumption.
The best part was riding the street car home from her house, and smelling like a homeless street bum.
I'm watching Top Gun and designing the new Saint Alvia record now. I plan on staying in tonight, but I also planned on playing in the NHL and being a pro skateboarder when I grew up.
Cest la vie.
Tony Cobra Age 32.
The highlight was waking up this morning and thinking I pissed my pants because my jeans were soaked, but than my girlfriend reassuring me that it was because she poured a beer down my pants at the bar last night. I don't remember this happening, at all, and considering I was drinking JD out of the bottle, pissing my pants wasn't that ridiculous of an assumption.
The best part was riding the street car home from her house, and smelling like a homeless street bum.
I'm watching Top Gun and designing the new Saint Alvia record now. I plan on staying in tonight, but I also planned on playing in the NHL and being a pro skateboarder when I grew up.
Cest la vie.
Tony Cobra Age 32.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Homos.
This is what Jon Brown and I got up to last weekend. Party City is getting real fucking wierd.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Epic night(s).
Ok, I will be the first to admit that I am shitty at updates. I guess when we put this thing together no one stopped to realize that going out 9 days a week makes it hard to update the blog.
I'll give you a rundown on my weekend, to the best of my knowledge.
FRIDAY.
Worked at Satori till 3am, went to the Social, drank till 4am. Nothing major.
SATURDAY.
Worked at Blackbetty till 3:30am, got to the Social at 3:49am, drank till 6am. Getting better, but nothing epic.
SUNDAY.
Cheval MMVA after party.
Usually hate the King West type of places, but Cheval on sundays is awesome. $4 drinks, hot chicks and a sweet patio. However, for this event drinks were a fucking million dollars each (gay), and there were way too many dudes (gayer). From what I can remember, my night went like this.
Showed up, got denied entry because I look like a shit bag. Made some calls, waited 5 minutes, got let in and had my cover paid for. Fuck you guest-list guy.
Proceeded to the patio where we ran into some old friends, and made some new ones. Got drunk quick.
This is where it gets blurry. I can only account for the following events based on vague memories and the tidbits of information other people have told me. However, apparently at some point I - A) Ripped my shirt off, B) Tried tried to make out with a girl Iwent to highschool with, C) Lifted up the skirt of a co-worker showing the entire party her ass, D) Twice, E) Had someone shove thier hands down my pants, and F) Left abruptly, ate chinese food and woke up with 2 ppl I have to see everyday in my bed.
I also, at some point, told everyone in ear shot that I won the lottery on Wednesday, loved Avril Levigne, and knew Tom Cruise personally.
MONDAY.
I did shit.
And by "did shit", I mean I did nothing all day but sit around trying not to shit my pants because eating one meal a day and drinking your weight in booze is apparently un-healthy and your body hates it.
TUESDAY
Worked and then went to see Sex and the City. Which, at the risk of sounding gay, was actually good.
But I'm a sucker for boy gets girl movies.
I also spent $60 bucks on the game Stacker, trying to win a digital camera because I've realized that this blog us useless with out pictures.
Hero out.
I'll give you a rundown on my weekend, to the best of my knowledge.
FRIDAY.
Worked at Satori till 3am, went to the Social, drank till 4am. Nothing major.
SATURDAY.
Worked at Blackbetty till 3:30am, got to the Social at 3:49am, drank till 6am. Getting better, but nothing epic.
SUNDAY.
Cheval MMVA after party.
Usually hate the King West type of places, but Cheval on sundays is awesome. $4 drinks, hot chicks and a sweet patio. However, for this event drinks were a fucking million dollars each (gay), and there were way too many dudes (gayer). From what I can remember, my night went like this.
Showed up, got denied entry because I look like a shit bag. Made some calls, waited 5 minutes, got let in and had my cover paid for. Fuck you guest-list guy.
Proceeded to the patio where we ran into some old friends, and made some new ones. Got drunk quick.
This is where it gets blurry. I can only account for the following events based on vague memories and the tidbits of information other people have told me. However, apparently at some point I - A) Ripped my shirt off, B) Tried tried to make out with a girl Iwent to highschool with, C) Lifted up the skirt of a co-worker showing the entire party her ass, D) Twice, E) Had someone shove thier hands down my pants, and F) Left abruptly, ate chinese food and woke up with 2 ppl I have to see everyday in my bed.
I also, at some point, told everyone in ear shot that I won the lottery on Wednesday, loved Avril Levigne, and knew Tom Cruise personally.
MONDAY.
I did shit.
And by "did shit", I mean I did nothing all day but sit around trying not to shit my pants because eating one meal a day and drinking your weight in booze is apparently un-healthy and your body hates it.
TUESDAY
Worked and then went to see Sex and the City. Which, at the risk of sounding gay, was actually good.
But I'm a sucker for boy gets girl movies.
I also spent $60 bucks on the game Stacker, trying to win a digital camera because I've realized that this blog us useless with out pictures.
Hero out.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
36 bucks
I spent 36 bucks on partying and got drunker then cody.
I might add that a good portion of his 384 bucks was spent on me.
I cant grow a bush.
J.B.
I might add that a good portion of his 384 bucks was spent on me.
I cant grow a bush.
J.B.
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