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.    

Salvia and Vaporized alcohol?

Been a huge while since my last post and that's a damn shame cause quite a bit has happened and I know I wont be able to justice to any of the stories. I will tell you that shit has been ridiculous though. I figure I won't even bother going into stories revolving around new years to save face to people that might not want to mentioned or associated with certain events that were just shameful (they were fuckin hilarious though). On to other business, I was reluctant to try something called Salvia the other night with some buddies which was less than a mediocre time. For those who don't know Salvia is a psychoactive herb that belongs to the mint family and is not a banned substance and is legal for purchase in Canada. My first comment on the drug is that it sucks and the high it gives only solidifies my assumption as to why it's legal, nobody would buy it if it were illegal. You don't get crap for your money, 50 bones for a tiny vile I could literally fit up my nose. The high itself as advertised only lasts a grand total of 5 minutes, could've been lit! the whole night for less money than that crap costs. The only plus side to my experience trying Salvia was that I didn't pay a dime for it and my buddy Chad who paid for it won't see a cent of the portion I promised to chip in. Its all you buddy! On another note many people have been discussing the positive side of breathing in alcohol rather than drinking it, obviously resulting in a more instant effect of inebriation. I plan on trying this out with the help of my Science student friend Paul Tanner who claims we can do it using solid carbon dioxide through the effect of ethalpy sublimation (turning into a gas). Psyched to try this out cause it would simply rule out me hurling up all the alcohol I work so hard to pay for. Getting solid carbon dioxide is going to involve a drive to a lab in Quebec city so unfortunately an update may not happen until next weekend. Anyways stay posted an ill let y'all know how it goes down. 

Hysterical night

The absence of school in your schedule makes for many things, excitement, snowboarding and more drinking then is rational or necessary for a good time (to name a few). Last night was just another night, hustled out of the Mckibbs DT by bouncers, punches thrown, police involvement and tears from the most unlikely of people,... a dude. To be fair the bartenders were complete twats, who the fuck makes last call at 2:1o!!??  they should have known angry drunks would charge the bar after it was closed. This one stupid bitch ill never forget wouldn't top my drink up with some more rum if i tipped her?? Gahddamit slut I'm not a 13 year-old girl, I'm an alcoholic! To make matters worse that bitch was UGLY. In the end it made for a funny story and Normy has a fish lip until the swelling goes down. Man I love partying with that guy, it's like Hilarious situations are magnetized to him, I really must see this mysterious weed that Norms and Norms only hallucinated on so bad (man i wish i was there). Props to Scott and Dan for letting me crash on the couch... again. Now that the holidays are here, let the good times roll.

Woke up feeling like a piece of trash after last night. I'm beginning to scare myself when I wake up wondering how the fuck I got home.. then immediately remember that I totally drove myself and others home. Nothing beats working at a pizza place after a night of boozing, it almost makes up for having to wake up at 11am, Chad knows what I'm talking about, only your pizza place sucks to all hell and i'd rather eat cardboard then that shit(at least it's cheap). Zach by the way I remember hauling absolute ASS at pool last night at Clydes. I'm not sure who bought more games but either way it serves you right to pay for pocketing the 8-ball like 3 times in a row off the break (if there is a God like you speak of, he surely hates you and loves me). Did I mention im getting a pool table? man you guys are fucked, and im still gonna charge for games played at my place, or just a box of tall boys for entering the basement. Im kinda hyped for this cause the bar scene is getting played out, unless we find that mysterious bar with the mechanical bull in it, someone is getting their ass kicked on my birthday if we ever find that place...true story. I know cause ill somehow have gained access to the bull's controls. fuckin puppets!         Why does my blog have no followers!! I know people read this!!!

It was brought to my attention from a friend and former employee of the SAQ that the expensive Mexican tequila (PATRON) was once again on the shelves. Hysteria follows suit. Last friday I made sure i had the 75bones to drop on the very small bottle of tequila (750ml) and made a special trip to do so. I was carded along with my friend who decided to tag along, then was further subjected to a double check of the signature on the back of my visa card, assholes. I wanted to tell them to fuck themselves but I wanted my tequila even more...ill never shop there again.