It is wrong. —The canary in the coal mine

This article appears in Aug 18-24, 2011.

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  15. Oh and hay, Ivan — I think we have the handjob problem licked. A couple of us know who handjob is IRL and called him on it and as soon as we did he went away.

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  16. i hate hate speeches, and idiots that get pissed off by them. grow a fucking set willya. with that being over with, poor old jacko is dead now. harper lost a good for there.

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  19. Clamdiggers too. They are just shorts trying pander and please the pant crowd. They are in the pocket of ‘big pant’.

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  20. “The canary in the coal mine”…..hmmm….I thought they were Cape Breton natives waiting in line for EI and welfare checks.

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  21. Once I have my own place, I will ban pants from the premises and hold pantsless parties.

    Y’all are invited.

    Except Sebastard. We’d all need metal ass plates to hang out with that fucker, cause you never know.

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  25. I only wear pants when it’s legally required.

    And there’s no sign saying I HAVE to wear pants to walmart, either. If PoW’s taught us anything.

    Sign says no shirt, no shoes, no service. Nothin’ about pants.

    And all my lulus are in the wash so….

    Lulus are the only acceptable form of pants. because it feels like there’s no pants on your ass.

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  26. Oldhandjob was back? How did I miss THAT! I’m not on here nearly often enough these days. Down with the pants! I’m so disgusted that summer is over and I haven’t worn any of my sundresses all summer. What a fuckin’ bummer of a year. Oh well.

    I’ll come to your no pants party PK. Sounds like a blast. 🙂

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  28. handjob was back for a day. He kept digging up old donarious posts and then donarious, who had a tip on who handjob is irl mocked one of his quotes on his website (the guy quotes HIMSELF on his own website, lolz) and handjob got REALLLLLY pissed off and self destructed faster than an Inspector Gadget exploding message, called donarious a ‘wagon burner’ and then slithered back down to his mom’s basement.

    Heh.

    I’ve been wearing my sundresses mainly to the pool and back. The strapless smocked top ones are excellent bathing suit cover ups (cause I ain’t walking down lacewood in my bathing suit :P), but other than that, I’ve had to put cardigans on with them if I have worn them. 🙁 Not like last summer when it was hotter than the hinges of hell in Quebec and two minutes outside = sunburn++. You COULDN’T wear anything more than a little sundress or you’d get heat stroke! It was so hot up there (this was in MAY too!) that the heat pushed my blood sugar down twice to 1.4 and 1.9 just by walking around vieux quebec. And this time last year it was so hot the only thing that helped was laying in the water at the beach. FFS.

    The husband and I were talking the other day and he told me it’s 35 degrees every fucking day in Kamloops and he’s been spending most of his weekends at the beach. Asshole.

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  29. Agreed. Anyone enjoying that kind of summer is automatically labeled asshole in my books too.

    I would love to know who oldhandjob is. You shloud msg me. That way I can go laugh at his website.

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  31. I hate speech as well…
    I wish we were all telepathic.

    While I’m wishing, we should all be time-travelling, 8 feet tall, amphibious basalisks.. except sebastien. We would all take turns going back to his childhood and poke him with pointy sticks.

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  32. I don’t mind pants. I would like to time travel though – so keep me posted Z if you come accross such machine!

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  33. something tells me were I to, I would have already told myself one way or another.
    Either that or I’d be back in the Cretaceous, spearfishing with my Baryonyx buds for massive Lepidotes.
    Then I’d pan-fry the fucker until I got enough recipes for the first ever cretaceous fisherman’s cookbook.
    mmmmmm. I’d be their cooking bitch and love every second.

    Then I could go poop anywhere I like without people shouting at me or calling the cops.

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