1. A certain downtown bar doesn’t have a sister pub in Dartmouth called the Spilt Crow. That would make me grin.
2. I’ve long ago accepted the fact that walking in poorer (or partly gentrified) neighborhoods and being female would lead dickheads to believe I am a hooker. It is unacceptable, however, that police will assume I am a criminal and slow their vehicles down so the occupants can glare at me. FUCK YOU, HOW DOES THAT HELP OUR SOCIETY???
3. Canada: Anyone who thinks of us with our stereotypes in mind does so because we CONSTANTLY bring them up. Shut up. Please.
4. To my friends who whine indignantly about their lot in life without ever pausing to think: maybe if your problems were really so bad you wouldn’t be such whiny judgmental pricks.
5. I don’t have any DAMN CHEESE in my fridge.
6. Has anyone seen that movie Boat Trip? ARGH. —God
This article appears in Mar 4-10, 2010.
I don’t get this bitch at all.
me either… if you really want some cheese i recommend expropriating it. that shits expensive.
I remember this hippie chick in the late Seventies over on PEI.
She certainly did & was awesome at it as well ~:)
people think she is a hooker and there is no fromage in her fridge…i guess???
You see, this is the type of incoherent babbling when you’re off your meds.
someone’s been drinking the python piss
if you can’t walk down the street without being suspected of being a hooker, then maybe you should re-think your wardrobe. Just Saying !!
HEY… BOAT TRIP had a former James Bond (and for some people, THE James Bond…) so it can’t be all that bad.
and get some damn cheese…. everyone needs cheese.
But Kirbul, we all know hookers in Halifax/Dartmouth wear everything from sweatpants to booty shorts, from parkas to tank tops. How is a poor girl supposed to figure out the non-hooker formula? Lederhosen and a Canucks jersey?
YoMama- a retro Canucks jersey or their stupid jersey from the last 10 years? Cause I would pay extra for a hooker in a vintage early 90’s Canucks home jersey.
bars have become one of the lamest places on earth, in the last number of years. if i wanna tie a good one on, i’ll stay home in comfort, close to my not urine soaked john, thank you very much.
If you’re tucking your wang out the back of your pink, sequin miniskirt, wearing large hoop earings, nails that are longer than your actual fingers, and a tasseled wig that accentuates your fake lashes… and diverts attention from your 5 o’clock shadow,
how can we NOT think you’re a hooker?
Once, I watched a small child play a dumb melody on one of the electronic musical keyboards often displayed in the electronics section of WalMart.
He was terrible, musically illiterate, and I guess my disgust was visible, because eventually he ran way, screaming.
dear god, i think i love you, and want to start a relegion around you.
doesn’t help at all that you had your pitchfork with you and didn’t hide the horns under a beehive…
Boat Trip was on…saturday night? haha
The line between Cheese and Boat Trip is fine.
The wandering thoughts of a schizo.
did you ever dye your green ob?
say, you remind me of my father….. I HATED MY FATHER.
Ya wanna know how I got these scars???
I didn’t get 1 or 6, but the other ones are totally legit bitches (I just got more cheese in my fridge today and damn is it great).
You signed your name as God, though. Is this actually what the divine is thinking about? That would explain some things…