Fuck! is anybody else Jones'n for one of these? This things is modern day witchcraft, it does fuckin anything...ANYTHING. Im pretty sure there's a VooDoo App, you can tell your iPhone to kill a man and it works. But seriously I want to buy it just for the Level App, the iPhone becomes a level and and you can make every surface in your life perfectly flat...awesome, that curvy shit was getting old. Making things even more ridiculous is you can literally hunt people down with another App, it shows you exactly where people are on a map and says what they're DOING, I saw this on the commercial and I don't know how it work but it said Sarah was two blocks away drinking a COFFEE, that's gotta be fuckin illegal and I don't even CARE, i'd never put the thing down. I do however refuse to pay retail for this thing though, 300 bones? nah, fuck you Steve Jobs, i'm gonna find one on ebay, all unlocked n shit, wtv that means. If anyone is selling one for some idiodic reason, hit me up.  

Quebec City, Dry ice and Ugly broads

Allow me to get straight to the point and say that Vaporizing alcohol cannot be done using dry ice despite what videos on Youtube might suggest (those people are STRAIGHT idiots). After class on Friday I took a trip to Quebec City with some buddies in an effort to discover this new method of getting drunk. We had a contact in QC that worked in a lab and who was going to be kind enough as to hook us up with 2 huge boxes of frozen CO2 no questions asked. Things went rather smoothly until the heartbreak of the experiment itself. As cool as it was to watch the CO2 become gas and flow around everywhere I'm sure my man Paul wasn't thrilled to see that his 94% alcool had not in fact been transformed to gas but had instead taken on a more JELLO'y form (what a waste). Although we were at first fooled by the lightheadedness we achieved through breathing the gas it was quickly dispelled and conclusions were made that it was not for alcohol content but lack of oxygen itself that caused the short lived feeling of euphoria. Although that aspect of the trip had not been a huge success it was still a learning experience and we still managed to get drunk  at the winter carnival the old fashion way. If  I had not had work back in montreal the following morning the night had the makings of something epic, a few more beers and I would have charged the man at the entrance of the ice castle that wouldn't let us in without a pass, what a dick, thought he was the goddam king of the stupid ice structure. 15$ better spent on booze. uh Paul got shut down by a waitress at some bar, I left Zach with some drunk Uggo's that wanted his dick in both their mouthes and that pretty well sums that night up. Fuck the city of montreal for closing the highway all the way from pont Champlain to the fucking West island, coulda killed a man.