My friend and I decided to go fishing. I buy a new rod and got some tackle and off we go. We go to Kearney Lake. Through the woods we trek. As we go there is litter here and there. But then three pizza boxes and cans. We get down around the dam and what do we see? Six beer cans floating in the lake and a broken bottle and broken glass everywhere among the course rocks. Beer bottle labels of all our favourite beers and wines. Pizza dipping sauces, cooler box, wax wrappers. This is not what I think of the Canadian wilderness. If you can carry your booze and food in you can carry the garbage out, you jackasses. —Tree Hugger
This article appears in Jul 12-18, 2012.
People who litter are like fucking raccoons – you just want to blast their ass full of buckshot.
Welcome to Kearney Lake.
That place is a dirty ass hole.
kearney lake, the dartmouth on this side of the bridge
Sounds like you stumbled on a teen drinking site. (See lyrics for “Drunk Teenagers” by Joel Plaskett)
Real sport fishers know enough to respect the land and waterways they enjoy.
Every time I leave the beach at Birch Cove Park I wind up dumping an armload of other peoples leavings in the nearest trashcan. F.F.S. you australopithicenes, there are garbage cans EVERY 100 FEET! Like the OP said – you humped it there; you can bloody well take it away with you.
Fackin’ allo! Allo Choppa! ‘Ow the fack are ya?
Diggin’ the new av, Ivan. As Ole Uncle Chop Chop would siay, “It’s fackin’ spot on!”
‘ullo Vastie. ‘ullo myte.
It’s Chopper ‘ere. Jess got back from Starbucks wiv’ a fuckin’ LARGE mocha cookie crumble. Barista girl asked me “Do you mean venti?” Fuck sake, sez I. Made up fuckin’ words are for benders and fuckin’ Neville Bartos. Let me treat you to a “venti” Hardenthefuckup-acchino. Then I twizzled me pornostache and shagged ‘er on the spot.
way to represent…
I’m assuming you branded her afterward as is customary…
Judging from the bitch I would have assumed that lake is where Ivan and Bro Tim hide their stash.
Oi’ve started calling it fucking Juno Beach because every fucking time Oi go there, some dirty fucking drug addict comes up and says:
“Hay man. Juno where I can score some primo weed”
Fuck me. I tell ‘im, You do realize that fucking shit can lead to fucking bryne damage, roight?. ‘e then replies wiv something loik:
“No Man, you’ve been brainwashed. That’s just what Big Tobacco and the Harper Police State wants you to think”
No myte, it’s fair dinkum because if you don’t fuck off and stop fucking bovvering me Oi’m going to blow half your fucking skull off wiv my fucking sawed-off 410, you dirty fucking hippie. Fucking -BANG!
Stye in School, Kids, and eat your veggies.
Ivan, I’m thinking of a female wrestler of yore. THis female wrestler is half sebastian and half Daniel Abraham. Who is she?
Damn your Double Jeopardy, ye Rogue.
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I’ll shay “Who izh Bull(shit) Nakano”
And in that vein, I’ll take Jap anU.S. Relations for $200
I’d like to set up a school for a select group of seagulls and train them to retrieve pizza boxes for dill pickles. Then have my fearsome flock deliver all the half empty bottles of booze to my ditch. Fly, my pretties, fly!
No, I’m sorry, the answer is “‘The Fabulous Moolah’
Wilderness? v funny
damnit…
I was gonna go with Luna Vachon