T-Minus...

It's Tuesday night, 'round 1:30 am and I just realized I'm home in like 10 days. It won't come soon enough. I haven't been home since August and I'm in desperate need of a break from Dal, Hali, classes, friends and the occasional crazy broad that graces my path once and a while. Along with that I'm also in serious need of an old school Arm's night. You know how we do Mo. So to my original Regulators we will be partying quite soon, and to Jimmy and Meaden I leave you with this...

"Better step yo game up"...







Mount up...

Kenny vs. Spenny

Earlier tonight, I watched my new favourite show titled "Kenny vs. Spenny" Let me tell you it quite possibly could have been the best episode so far. For those of you who aren't familiar with this show, it's basically a reality show where best friends and fierce rivals Kenneth Hotz and Spencer Rice compete in various competitions with the looser being subject to a humiliation chosen by the winner. The results are hilarious. This week's contest was "Who's Funnier?" So Spenny composed a stand up act, that he was going to perform to a live audience, who would then judge his material. Kenny decided to take a different approach, he created a late night stage in the living room where he would interview guests. To be honest it was pretty weak, and I was sure Kenny was going to lose. Right then, he tells the television viewers that he has pulled a prank on Spenny as his entry for the contest. This prank is truly unbelievable. His rigged up an authentic Canadian Ministry of Health Document that he labelled to one, Spencer Rice. With in the contents of the letter, it said that Spencer had engaged in unprotected sex with a male or female that had been infected with the Aids virus. He should take the necessary precautions in order to determine whether he contracted the disease. The letter looked legit and Spenny fully bought it. So for like two days he's all depressed, he goes to get blood work for an Aids test, visits a sex psychologist regarding he situation, all the while Kenny is with him saying, "I'm you best friend, I'm there for you whether you got it through gay sex, or with a skanky whore in Dublin." Kenny's intentions are that Spenny will be so rattled and consumed with the news of his possible contraction with the HIV virus, that he will simply forfeit the competition. However, he doesn't and goes on with his stand up gig at a Yuk Yuk's in TO. Spenny's on for like 5 mins, then tells the audience he's had the shitiest week of his life, and he might be HIV positive now, so he can't go on anymore and leaves the stage. Throughout the whole episode the camera zooms on in Kenny, he lets a smile out, and winks back at the camera. What a complete asshole of utter genius. Anyways, the end result is that the owner of the Yuk Yuk's has to determine the winner, so Kenny tells the owner that he wrote the letter addressed to Spenny and that is his entry for the competition. The owner begins to read a copy of the letter, and bursts out laughing, saying its a ridiculously genious prank, and he awards Kenny the winner of the "Who's Funnier" competition. Who the fuck in their right mind would ever comprise such a document convincing their best friend that there is a good chance he might has contracted the HIV virus. That's the most insane tactic of ever seen. The humiliation is a riot. Kenny has Spenny on his late night show stage as a guest, where he has to give oral sex to a condom on a cucumber. I'm not going into detail, but needless to say I pretty much pissed myself. If any of you remember Quan when he used to laugh till he cried, yeah that's what I looked like tonight. An absolute classic...



When Spenny got word that Kenny was behind the letter the whole time, he proceeded to slice and thrash all of Kenny's clothes with a knife. Totally understandable Spencer.

Kenny Hotz is a sick and twisted individual. Nonetheless, it makes for radical television...



Kudos Kenny, you demented fuck...

http://www.kennyvsspenny.tv/

I got five on it...

Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels...
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle...
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo...
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple...
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again...
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae Inn...

Freakin' the fuck out...

It's like 3:10 am out here in Hali and I can't sleep. Or actually, I am slightly afraid to fall asleep. See I just watched Evil Dead II with two of my boys, and it freaked me the fuck out. Plus on top of that the two guys I watched it with were high like a motha fucka. They were so paranoid at what was happening in the movie, that they got to me. For those of you who haven't seen the Evil Dead movies, they're written by the disturbed Sam Raimi, and done on a real cheap budget with cheesy effects. But shit they are grusome. Mad blood spraying everywhere, along with zombie like freaks who are possessed. I can see why its such a cult classic, it keeps you intrigued even when you just want to look away, and on top of that I can't get the face of the old lady locked in the basement outta my head. She's hideous and scared the shit outta B. Anyways, I'm typing this in an attempt to get tired so I can just fall from my desk on to my futon, and pass out instantly. It ain't working at the moment.



Bruce Campbell is a pimp...

http://www.houseofhorrors.com/evildead2.htm

What a shame...

I came across this pic, and it surprisingly did not humour me. I mean look at the dog, bear, pig, whatever it is, its a sad creature. What would posses someone to let any animal get like that. I mean what did you feed it, butter, little asian people and canoes. Truly unfortunate...

Prime marketing opportunities...

Casino websites tend to advertise their name or company on the back of a boxer during a fight...

Me?...

I prefer a different method...

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday...

After watching a ridiculous effort displayed by our Leafs tonight, I sat down at my computer this evening in an attempt to study for a final I have coming up. "Strategy Implementation" or repetitive "ish" as I like to refer to it as. However, I am easily distracted as of late and therefore I decided to get on the "blog" wagon. With inspiration from two old school bad boys, I unassumingly started my own. Therefore, I dedicate this post to these two badass junglists...



My boy Angelo is one hell of a good dude. He's loyal and true to his boys, and he's had my back since we met in Grade 9, when we hotboxed my bathroom in the basement. But honestly if you could have anybody in your corner in a real harsh situation, he's definitely your man, Trust me I have learned from experience. Anyways, I'm not gonna ramble on, just wanted to give a shout out to the man. This was a pic taken from a Cowboy and Indian kegger, our bud Liam had last Christmas break. If you look long and hard, you might notice that Ang is dressed as a cow boy. I freakin' laughed my ass off when I saw him roll in.
Keep doing what you do, homie...



"What a bunch of beauts'..."

Meaden, Meatbag, or MC Great White is truly uncomparible. He's like one of those everlasting golden retriever's who live for like 16 years. He'll make you laugh, hook you up with a smoke, even when you own him like a pack, or let you crash on his couch, cause you lost your car keys in Lake Ontario and are totally fucked for work the next day. Through all of high school Meads and I worked together, and it definitely made the job somewhat tolerable and at times that much better. This pic was taken at our boy Snyder's kegger, and we are burnt, tired and golfed out from the day, especially since I remember smokin' your bitch ass on the course, Meaden...

So Ang and Meaden, as Houda would say...
"More cheers more beers, that's it that's all"