Upon looking back at old photos and other random crap I stumbled on this little gem. Note to self: when thinking of investing in real estate there are a few rules you should try and use as guidelines. First of all do not try and cram 7 people into one house. Secondly, if 7 is your lucky number then at least give your a head a shake before you allow the 7 to all be 2nd year guys. If you are going to totally disregard these ideas then do yourself a favor and get a maintenance guy with the right number of chromosomes. Last but not least, if your going to be an asshole and actually charge your tenants...have the balls to go through with it.

Ed, you were a bitch.

Love your 243 crew
 

Worst ride ever...

11:32:45am John slides through intersection, no harm is done. Had this been 11:32:43am John would have been Fucking T-BONED!!! by an ambulance.

If the accident didn't kill me the irony would have.

Number of sensor lights on in my dash before ride starts: 3
1) I have no gas, so lazy.
2) No windshield washer fluid, again so lazy, probably would have helped the drive.
3) Change oil light, guess.

Number of them on after I slide out of control on snake road in total whiteness....6

Apparently I have a very handy car cause it fixed itself as soon as I turned the car off and on again. Whatever, lesson to be learned here is don't drive in the middle of snowstorm the day after a snowstorm.

Oh, and in case you didn't know Cdub and Pornfield now work at the hospital and I'm an architect.

Terrorist Proofing

More plannnig, less mind bending madness champ

A for effort though.

You'll get em next time around. oh wait, no you wont.

Congratulations

Ok,

Your poor, your starving, you've got no education, and your about as approachable as a glue sniffing street kid in Tzaneen. If this is you, and you feel that theivery is the only means of survival then go right ahead. Chances are your not all that bright and will end up in jail somewhere down the road anyways. This will probably benefit your sorry ass with a few meals a day; Im sure that's not all your ass will be getting. But, at least this way you wont be beating off in public at foreigners.

If this is not you, and you feel that robbing people is the best way to get by then that's different. Rip off a bank I could care less, take major corporation for a bundle I don't care(I'll help if you'll let me), knock off a drug dealers house, again not caring....Rob my 80 year old aunt of her hierlooms and other particulars, I care.

Its not even about the jewelry, or the money, or the whatever. Sure these things have a sentimental and monetary value attached to them, but what sucks even more is the invasion.

You've successfully scared the living shit out of an old lady with more metal in her body then T-1000.

Hope your happy for fuck sakes...

First have a nap....THEN FIRE THE MISSILES!!!!

Click here for a laugh...Damn those Chinese bastards are going down!!

Mr.Partime Asshole

If you never had to work what would you do? This is "suppose" to give you the answer as to what you should really be doing. I'm pretty sure not too many of us are sitting back right now and thinking "well I've finally made it, this is what I want for the rest of my LIFE". I myself am starting to see things in the areas of writing or music, or both(I have the worst grammar in the world, more for the ideas). Something that will serve as a creative outlet for the never sleeping mind that is both a blessing and curse. That's all well and good, but when your riding that desk from 8:22:30am to 4:59:59pm everyday its hard to see it all materialize. I guess if you really truly want something eventually you will have it standing right there in front of you.

In the meantime I think I've found, or rather remembered, what my other part time job was: being a jackass. There just is not enough openings for drunken court jesters these days. I pondered this as the nice man from the front desk woke me up in the elevator of a friends downtown apartment (I knew my work there was done). Anyways, I totally admit that ever since the wonderful world of office work was sprung upon me I forgot how to have fun. But here is my pledge to give back to the world the retarded disaster that is Johnny Mac. Only in round two there might be a hint of class with it. Perhaps when I ride those stairs once again I'll ask if there are any ladies that would like to go first. Instead of running from the cops I'll be more thoughtful and give them a bit of the show when they find me stripping in front of restaurants while people are having dinner. We'll drive over every neighbors fence on the street so as to not single out the dickhead neighbours. I will do all of this and more (only on weekends though, got a few other responsibilities during the week now). I probably wont punt beer bottles at cop cars, (god that was really really dumb) bring out the bull horns, or light myself on fire anymore. Got to draw somewhat of a line so I don't end up on the corner eating a jar of pickles in my boxers at 2am.

There really is no point to this blog for fuck sakes. Just that working sucks the life out of you if your doing something you don't enjoy. Took me about 8 months to see what the hell I've done to myself. So I guess the message would be find out what makes you happy and do it or else you'll just be another social insurance number.

ps...You cant lose your mind if you never knew where it was in the first place.

How the F&$% did I get here?

So this New Years was spent in our lovely countries capital (Ottawa, not TO). Never actually been there myself, but thought Id check it out to see what it had to offer. After landing at our 1.5 star lodgings, the lot of us dove into what all normal people do when on a road trip...drinking games. At the point when you looked around the room and saw nothing but cringing faces and swimming eyes we did the next logical thing: head for the bar. I must say if your ever in the market area check out the Heart and Crown. Or maybe it was the Crown and Anchor. Either way the place just rocked. Ottawa has a damn cool vibe going with some decent folk I might add. Doobies were blazed up and down the streets. Anyways, after what seemed like a bazillion Irish car bombs and hours dancing to songs you couldn't even hear anymore it was time to part ways. This is always the most interesting part of the night. Trying to find your stupid hotel in a town you don't know is no easy task. Especially when its well after 3am and your filled with enough booze to kill a small country. Needless to say, I awoke fully clothed with a gash on my hand, a bloody nose, and that "where the fuck am I" feeling. Mental note: Do not think walking through a construction site to save time will benefit you in any way. I was apparently attacked by a fence while minding my own business. As for the blood, it will continue to be a mystery because there was some speculation later about me shoving a slice of pizza up my nose. Most people try and change their eating habits as a new years resolution, I guess I'm just extra special. Anyways, all in all a sweet trip and would recommend a visit...Helps when your buddy makes 3 grand at the casino. Mike you lucky bastard.

Well they cant all be rants for fuck sakes.
And besides, I gotta be one of the biggest idiots I know, why not share.
Hope everyone has a good 05