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You'll find life works alot beter that way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-105718367339980959</id><published>2003-07-02T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T15:31:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/osiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/osiris.htm"&gt;What Egyptian Deity are you?&lt;/a&gt; go to:&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/egypt.htm"&gt;the quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sickxgirl/1044572083_seditedabe.jpg" border="0" alt="AbeLincoln"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Abe Lincon! A loyal friend with&lt;br&gt;determination to finally claim your crush. In&lt;br&gt;someways, its all good...but in others...ooh be&lt;br&gt;careful...&lt;br /&gt;(image credit: mtv.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sickxgirl/quizzes/What%20Clone%20High%20personality%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Clone High personality are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i'm speachless... Once again the internet has pointed out exactly who i am! Like! oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Canada day was pretty fun. I wish i'd saved another 20 dollar bill from the weekend so i oculd have been Uber Hammered. But whats done is done i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed my page fuckin sucks. Dude turn down the fucking suck knob. I think somone had the suck knob cranked and it broke off at 10 or something, this fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no commenting anymore either... So looks like i'm going to have to "give er" and redoo my whole page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a procrastinator at heart, i'll just wish you all (my loyal fans) the best of luck in years to come and hopefully you'll be able to look up some asanine blogging at potroast.blogspot.com again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to the guy who asked me for the guitar tabs to the used. Go fuck yourself. Haha just kidding i don't know any. Sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aka dead" - Kevin Fucking Arnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-105718367339980959?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105718367339980959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105718367339980959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105718367339980959' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-105623429448446858</id><published>2003-06-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T15:24:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats up you queer fucks... i haven't posted in a while... likely caue i'm bored with blogger, and the summer is too nice to be doing things on the internet... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now propbably isn't the ebst time to be writing a post/ I'm just sitting here in my basement with mahar. We're "chilluin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone read this shit anymore?&lt;br /&gt;if so leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with thaT I'M FINISHED, WE'VE GOTTA GO FIND JON... E'S DISSAPEARD SOMEWHRERE AMND WE ODN'T KNOW EXACTLY WHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caps l9ock is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now mikes gone. went to fins jon i guess. so i sit, i listen, and i talk to tyler. who is nolonger responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this i'm outa here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-105623429448446858?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105623429448446858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105623429448446858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105623429448446858' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-105491493186303554</id><published>2003-06-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T08:55:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went to check my comments on my page and realized i haven't posted in like a week and a half. Which is weird because i'd assumed i had. I think i'm just thinking of things to post in my head during the week and i assume that i'd already posted it... When in reality i haven't at all. Perhaps thats how my mind works all the time and i do'nt do half the things i think i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well an update i guess... One of the hamsters died. I guess it was sick or something. I didn't really like that one anyways, but Colin cried. So we had a small memorial for him. And i'm not exaggerating,it was small... we dug a hole, put him in it and i ate some sunflower seeds. Stallone is still going strong and is twice as agile now that he's got the cage to himself again. Nicole suspects fowell play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament in moncton was fun. And when i say fun i mean the exact opposite. We iddn'tplay well and i ended up catchign food poisoning. Regardless of what anyone has told you in the past, it's not an experience i'd want to repeat. For an updated and longer version of the trip head to http://minicool.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'e now working on a demo for Kevin Arnold. We layed the drum tracks down yesterday. What was soposed to be an all day event took all day with little progress. So we're soposed to finish the guitar tracks off today. Once we can get charlie out of bed anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it, anyone up for camping this weekend gimme a shout... i've got canned beer and fireworks at my disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jet Black New Year" - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. The new blogger template is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-105491493186303554?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105491493186303554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/105491493186303554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105491493186303554' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-94902813</id><published>2003-05-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T10:10:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay who wants to own two hamsters and a cage? My mother is getting super fucking annoying about their cage smelling and shit. Whatever, i live in that room and i don't smell a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sit at home and do little in the morning, you'd probably have noticed that finding something to watch is difficult. May i suggest turnign to the New TNN to watch VIP? It's probably them ost entertaining show on television. I've never sen a more pathetic show in my 19 years of life... I suspect they know the show sucks and hired shitty actors to make it all that much more entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight on the NEW TNN!&lt;br /&gt;Lame plots, continuity errors, bad acting, crappy fight scenes,big tits,crappy special guests, and much much more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have band practice today, charlie wrote a kick ass song.For those of you alexisonfire fans out there... Eat shit cause this song rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, well i best be on my way. I need to find something to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regurgitate" _ -VOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-94902813?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94902813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94902813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94902813' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-94736799</id><published>2003-05-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T06:55:43.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've noticed my usual lust for pointless observations and ridiculous sladerings have gone down. Perhaps Thats why i don't post as much as i used to... It's probably because i'm looking for a job and i'm too lazy to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping on friday or what? Comon people, lets bring hotdogs, beer, and some tents. The way it should be. I might bring my pellet gun too incase we have to deal with raccons or skunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrix reloaded... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paintball tournament at the end of the month is fast approaching, and i've come to the following conclusion. I don't have money to play. Being Jobless i guess i'll have to hit the old man up for a loan and bust my ass to find a full time job. Any suggestions would be nice. I was told i might get hired on at needs down the street. But i'm not going to hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is goign to trivia tonight let me know too... Crazy fuckin myrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm busting, this blog sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Embrace" - Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-94736799?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94736799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94736799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94736799' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-94239906</id><published>2003-05-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T19:15:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoooooooo likes rent-a-cops???&lt;br /&gt;My guess would be the people that have them in their direct familly, even then it's sketchy. Parading around like they're king shits of turd island. I've got news for you, you're not cops... So take our shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, me and mike got a few beers in celebration of the return of one kingsley ralling, and the retreat of greg, pat, and gillan. We arranged to meet kingsley with the booze at upei to do some seirous drinking. We chose our old faithfull spot at UPEI seeing as it was raining and cold, and this area was sheltered and heated. &lt;br /&gt;We sat around drinking for a while, kings left for dinner then came back. Then as i'd just cracked lucky number 7, the door opens and in walks a rentacop baring a flashlight and attitude asking who was claiming the ticket for the beer. Of course we were a bit sceptical of his authority, so we gave him a good ammount of shit. Mahar asked him for his badge, then he got one of us to present ID so he oculd write up the ticket. He put us in the van where we made numerous desperraging remarks. Pointing out that we were just staying out of the rain and that they were dicks for stealing our beer. They had a fucking cooler in the back of the van... i mean... common man.&lt;br /&gt;The dude looked really familliar too so i asked him if he knew a "gordon fowler" ... Hahaha those of you that remember that name will understand at least. The rest of you probably don't give a flying fuck anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a lot of bad noise, they released us back into the wild to head back to the liquor store, and eventually to dooleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was a drunken ordeal and a half, and all went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker... The next morning i was awoke by a mysterious phone call. It was the arresting "officer". Aparently he has known my father for quite some time, and he requested that i go see him that afternoon. So when i got there he was out on the prowl sporting a nice yellow "security police" jacket and a rain baggie over his "security police" hat. He tried to make me feel bad for mikes comments and pointed out that the only reason he ticket'ed us was because mike was being rude... hahahaha aparently i was being polite? WHatever man. &lt;br /&gt;Anways, as PEI usually works, if you have friends in higher powers, you can get away with just about anything. So he ripped up the ticket and made me poor out the beer down the sink to prove that they hadn't drank it the night before as i'd accused them of the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rent-a-cops... You guys are doing a bang up job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic of my next post- How to notice blatent sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs me i'll be at home laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pulmonary Archery" - Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-94239906?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94239906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/94239906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94239906' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-93988015</id><published>2003-05-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T06:17:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well folks, it's been some time since my last post. The effort required was lacking over tha past week for some reason. Possibly because i had nothing to write, another possibility would be that i simply don't give a shit. Which do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my weeks been pretty textbook, band practice and hanging out with nicole mostly. Although last night me and mahar went to check out the new junkyard. Thats a killer spot man, i forsee plenty of excitement in that spot during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the movie "stoned age" you just might want to. It's not like it's a good movie, it's almost far from it. But at the same time it was so bad it was entertaining. Like a pauly shore movie, or escape from LA. I was schemed into renting this movie because there was a quote on the cover that said "better than dazed and confused". Unfortuneatly this was quoted by some noname writer for some noname magazine... But of course, that was in small print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lacking in names for our band, so if you have any suggestions, serious or not (mike), let er rip in the comment section. Thats why it's here you pricks. If it wasn't for major commenting on my last post i'd probably have gone postal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carting is back... oh yes. But unfortuneately knight rider is up on blocks getting an engine overhaul after spending some time in a big mud puddle. Not to worry though, we picked up a loaner to bag around in the feild. You wouldn't expect a golf cart to be ass off road capable... I mean we were running over smaller trees and shit. Once knight rider is back in action expect a few injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm off to save the world, or maybe cook some frozen pizza and give myself a new superhero identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Given Flight by Deamons Wings" - Shai Hulud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-93988015?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93988015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93988015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93988015' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-93339974</id><published>2003-04-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T06:50:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who have a shallow outlook on chritianity,and to those who just need something to argue... Here ya go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.infidels.org/library/modern/jim_meritt/bible-contradictions.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you read will's page i'm sure you've noticed his speals on his recovery. Making simple inquiries to understand him better, (as he has gone out of his own way to ignore me) he used his bibliophile tactics, to use big words and insult me. While at the same time using simple disclaimers like, "Without judging you for it". Comon man, whats the deal? Why are you my friend one day, then you do a fucking cartwheel and completely shrug me off. Did i kick too many puppies for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats a depressing topic, and kinda scary in a way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Identity last night. Despite the good reviews i thought it was fairly predictable. And is it just me, or are scary movies not scary any more? They used to freak me out in like grade 8.  Now i just kinda laugh and point out continuity errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ladies, i'm gonna go shoot some people in the rain i guess. Man we're having shitty weather on sundays so far this year. Must be a sign... Not that i should stop playing paintball of course... but that people should stop going to church of course :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, later all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"change" - Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-93339974?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93339974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93339974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93339974' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-93082587</id><published>2003-04-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T18:35:50.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If people were a little more ignorant, astrology would flourish -- if more enlightened, religion would perish."&lt;br /&gt;-Robert G. Ingersoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up folks. Not a whole lot here. Not all that tired and i've got nothing to do other then sit on my computer. So i sit, and i do nothing trying to kill the time before my eyelids get heavy and i go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Fun shit huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band now has 2 sogns finished and working on our 3rd now. We still don't have a name, and neither do our songs. But the songs are pretty pumping so i do'nt give a flying fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The french spelling for "iraq", is "irak"... What the fuck huh? ignorant french bastards just have to add their touch to every little word. If they can't find a different pernounciation for a word, they spell it differently and call it a day. What a joke. And i forgot for a little while why i dropped french in grade 11 after 10 straight years of french immersion... It made me angry. And not just regular angry. Violent angry. To this day i'm still not soposed to step foot in quebec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm just making up shit, i'd best go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bleed Black" - AFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-93082587?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93082587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/93082587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93082587' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-92857471</id><published>2003-04-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T14:16:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured i'd better put up a new post to bump that "boob poll" down the list a little bit. It might send some people the wrong image. I'm a firm advocate of breasts.... On girls... Not Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who continue hastleing me about my links, i have the following words for you... "b i t e  m e".&lt;br /&gt;I'm far too lazy to keep up to date on who's writing what and who isn't. Most people aren't as dedicated to their pages and eventually stop posting after a few weeks of "getting things off their chests". Go Blog Yourself will live long and prosper. I'm sure it will do more bad then good in this world. Or maybe thats just wishfull thinking on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a question for you... Who here can honestly say that they don't like boobs? I'm sorry to carry this on, i'd just like to let it be known thayt they rock harder than elvis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is good friday. I didn't go to church again this year. I wonder what my parents think about my lack of respect for the church. They likely won't ever bring it up because they hate argueing with me. I think it's because i choose to be ignorant to everything, and the only right awnser is my own. Thanks dad, I love hereditarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 words or less, tell me why you don't go to church, or why you do in my comment section. The best response will be noted, and the winner will be either crusified for losing faith, or hailed as a saint on a regular basis by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, don't take my attempts to badger religion seriously... I'd hate to see "one of gods creatures" blow a gasket over a few bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now. Hope you have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Under the blade" -Defleshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-92857471?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92857471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92857471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92857471' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-92254956</id><published>2003-04-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T17:23:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you guys all know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/animeotaku/1045539335_ingb-FLATR.jpg" border="0" alt="small"&gt;&lt;br&gt;SMALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/animeotaku/quizzes/(results%20contain%20pictures)%20What%20kind%20of%20ANIME%20BOOBS%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;(results contain pictures) What kind of ANIME BOOBS do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it here first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"two and twenty misfortunes" - Shai Hulud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-92254956?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92254956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92254956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92254956' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-92156151</id><published>2003-04-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T09:09:45.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats up fools?&lt;br /&gt;I've waited a long time to make a post so i could actually have something to write about. Unfortuneately i'll likely forget half the shit i was going to write. Whatever, i guess it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many baby pictures are acceptable in one room? Say the hcild is 6 years old and he's an only child in a rich ass family, how many baby pics would you expect to be in the house? Cause we were at a house today working and it was scary how many pictures werek icking around of this kid. The most disturbing of all being the one where the mother was at the beach holding her naked infant by the waist kissing it's ass. We're talking a ful out Sack moon on this one. Like... what the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to truro this weekend on saturday to help ref a paintball tournament... I had planned on playing it, but seeing as i'm flat broke i can't afford to. In fact, the only reason i'm going is because i was promised a beer sponsorship, and my hotel and transportation is paid for. Thats a pretty sweet fuckin deal right there man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... Oh yeah, i'm in a band now. Last weekend i got a phone call from Ray Lavers, an old friend from highshcool asking if I wanted to play guitar for them. The line up is me, ray, iskandar, charley, and ira. We've only got one song so far but i've been working on some more and charley probably has too. So get ready "island punk scene"... A new hardcore band is on the way. Get ready to throw some fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole bought a hampster the other day, she's leaving it at my house because her cat will eat it. I named him Stalone cause he's a crazy fucker and he can hang from the roof of his cage with one hand, cliffhanger style. He's already drew blood on both me and nicole, but i think he's starting to warm up to me. If not, i'm sure i can find a potatoe cannon to fire him into the sea. So the ball is in his court. He's a pretty cool little rodent. I'm gonna see if i can train him to do tricks, i'll likely need a tetnishot by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm gonna bail, might go play some guitar, or i might even start building a potatoe cannon. I haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Broken Foundation" - Earth Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-92156151?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92156151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92156151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92156151' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-92043510</id><published>2003-04-05T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T07:58:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuckin quizes... They pass the time so well, but yet they are so lame that it's scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just You. Being sweet doesn't necessarily&lt;br&gt;matter.You'd rather just be you and if people&lt;br&gt;don't like it,screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/How%20Sweet%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;How Sweet are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045377151_StuffSmirk.gif" border="0" alt="Smirk"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a&lt;br&gt;little bit cocky and usually associated with&lt;br&gt;evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You&lt;br&gt;probably just don't give a damn,but it's&lt;br&gt;everyone else's fault if you don't because&lt;br&gt;you're too awesome to have any real faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1040761629_nieSaionji.gif" border="0" alt="You're Donnie O.o"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Donnie- You're Donnie and you belong to Katie&lt;br&gt;Marie. You come off as a little angry or quiet,&lt;br&gt;but you're actually a pretty cool person.&lt;br&gt;You're deeper than people think, and you're the&lt;br&gt;one that will come back to make sure your&lt;br&gt;friends are ok,even if you left at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/Which%20of%20%22The%20Guys%22%20Are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which of "The Guys" Are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i haven't made a post in a while, and i probably could seeing as today has been a busy week. But i'm just so damn lazy and a litle tipsy still from last night so typing takes a lot of effort... Meh i'll get around to it, if you don't like it you can light your hair on fire jerkoffs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have a good one guys and gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aka dead" - (unnamed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-92043510?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92043510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/92043510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92043510' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-91553315</id><published>2003-03-28T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T08:25:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it seems the traffic on my page has reduced itself down to a few faithful readers. This page is a roller coaster of activity it seems. Perhaps i could boost my ratings if i made some posts professing my undying love for those i get along with, or even those i don't. Maybe while i'm at it i can explain every insignificant detail that passes through my head during a day. &lt;br /&gt;Here's an idea, how about i don't. Instead i'll write whatever the hell comes out. That way i won't be caught up in some stupid trend provocating useless horse shit. &lt;br /&gt;To clear things up, this page will stick to the roots. Nothing but making fun of things, people, and in rare instances myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the true meaning of blogger has come to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw american beauty yesterday for the first time. Pure gold... Kevin Spacey seems to play the roll of a deranged husband quite well. It seemed like a cross of the ref and some early 80's indipendant film staring christopher walkins. It was funny, and creepy. But i don't think it was soposed to be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does someone wanna burn some cd's for me? I need some oldschool hardcore on cd. I've got some blanks kicking around here someplace. I need, All Out War, Earth Crisis, Throwdown, Bane, and Hatebreed... Possibly "fuel" the old raised fist album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gotta have my pops"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"city to city" - Earth Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-91553315?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91553315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91553315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91553315' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-91494915</id><published>2003-03-27T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T10:50:00.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well...It seems that montague has a Power rd.&lt;br /&gt;I think that sign has a short lifespan next time i get to montague... Which may not be for a few years, because obviously i have no buisness in montague. But if anyone is heading that way, pick it up for me and i'll return the favour sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the back of my finger won't stop itching. It really sucks a whole lot. I can scratch it, but it just gets itchy again within a few secconds. The zipper seems to be a verry effective way of ridding myself of it for a few secconds at least.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man, at first this was funny, but now it's just getting annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Green prompted me to download some old Throwdown tunes... Thank you mr. green, it started a chain reaction of downloading old bands i used to listen to. What a trip down memory lane that was. *single tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of funds situation isn't funny anymore, i want to get drunk... I do nothing in the afternoons, i could very easily be at cheers or barrys having a few beers. Also, i haven't had a cigarette in at least 3 days. Partly because i'm dating a cigarette nazi, but mostly because i have no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i could find an alternative to nicotene... Tea bags? oregano? I don't think i even have rolling papers.... No thats silly, theres gotta be some kicking around here someplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment time, i'll catch you guys later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live life, no rules" - Throwdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^ kick ass song by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-91494915?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91494915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91494915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91494915' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-91321582</id><published>2003-03-24T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T19:29:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to do when you live in a shoe? Throw a fuckin party and get smashed, cause hey... You live in a shoe man, who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck i'm bored. I've got nothing better to do at 11:11pm on a monday evening. I'm not sure if thats a good or bad thing considering i probably work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i find entertaining? Arranged marriges... Thats bullshit man, it's like being seated in alphabetical order at a restaurant. Why, some might say it's as silly as marying someone you just met and hardly know. But who am i to critisize...Obviously i'm not married so i don't have a clue what i'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not what one would call a religious man... But... Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War... Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nothin.&lt;br /&gt;Bush is a bandit, saddam is fucked in the head for not complying, and the 67% of americans who support what bush is doing are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;They say that doing drugs is supporting terrorism... Well what so they call training and equiping alkaida forces with weapons? Thats not supporting terrorism obviously... Smoking weed is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The american government is UBER evil, and i hope they get a real wake up call when saddam waits for them to land on his doorstep and pushes the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaboom! Glow in the dark americans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ever so sweet" -The Early November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-91321582?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91321582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91321582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91321582' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-91136566</id><published>2003-03-21T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T10:19:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night we went out in search of what was to be the Canadian dream. We decided that with the pending war in Iraq, we needed a good night out to celebrate being Canadian and having nothing to do with it.  So Myrons it was... No better way to celebrate independance then with $5.75 pitchers. &lt;br /&gt;After being rowdy and drinking as much froth as we could handle, and being told we had the smokiest section in the place. Me zaino and mahar decided we'd go for a little jont to the 4th floor. We were up there for a while being fairly loud and abnoxious most likely. Zain twisted one and we lurked around in the corner in the dark and puffed on it. After that was gone. We lit up some smokes and enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Then i noticed a rather large figure coming at us out of the shadows. I was goign to say something, but we were trapped in a corner and i didn't want to arouse suspiscion. So this big ass dude confronts us and tells us it smells like weed up there. We told him that three guys were coming down the stairs when we were coming up and it smelled like that already... He then told us to go downstairs. so we headed down. At this point it was becoming tense because we tried to get back in but he told us to keep going down the fire escape. Just as i'd asked him if he was taking us to the basement to kill us the door swung open and we were in the alley behind myrons laughing our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;But this night was far from over. We wandered around for a little bit trying to find some herbs.Then met up with Matt and Greg at gregs friends house. Which was weird as hell... After being abused there we made our way to JR capones, where we smoked cigarettes and caused mayhem stealing signs and trying to steal tables... Then one of the guys that used to work there freaked out cause he was hammered and tried to stop us. In his patriotic JR rage he slammed some girls fingers who then punched him in the face starting a series of mini scuffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what a weird night. Sorry i don't have the patients to record it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this happens" - An Early November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-91136566?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91136566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/91136566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91136566' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90940707</id><published>2003-03-18T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T11:36:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh says:&lt;br /&gt;you cant say that. Im the real less nessman&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;Not today you're not&lt;br /&gt;argh says:&lt;br /&gt;well, if you wanna be em, then your him.&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;read my blog&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's been one of those days&lt;br /&gt;argh says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;argh says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry to hear that. but hey, you forget to realize that thanks to nicole the biggest part of your shitty day has been solved. &lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;the less nessman virus has been transfered&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, but now i'm her slave. &lt;br /&gt;argh says:&lt;br /&gt;werent you already&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I am Less Nessman. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;argh says:&lt;br /&gt;buahahaha. wait till she tells you to start massagin her feet and rubbing her back. or better yet clipping her toe nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known, i am a slave to my own misfortune :P&lt;br /&gt;Damn you skyball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90940707?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90940707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90940707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90940707' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90936045</id><published>2003-03-18T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T10:15:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a crumby day... First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up tired as hell as usual even though i had tons of sleep. I made myself lunch (kd) which didn't turn out right. How the fuck does that happen? I make it all the time and it tastes fine. It was probably forshadowing todays events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i ate, The bank calls me and informs me that my bank loan payment has not been made. They ask if i'm having financial dificulty and i said "no i'm good i just uhhh...forgot to deposit the cheque, it'll be in tomorrow". So after reminding me that mine and my fathers credit is at stake here, She said have  good day and left me to sit and panic. Immediately after getting off the phone i was given the hundred questions by my father wondering why they called, and what they were looking for. I told him they were just looking for my loan payment and it should be paid already. He insisted i call the bank immediately and went out to watch television leaving me in a dazed and panic stricken state. &lt;br /&gt;My only option was to ask Nicole if i could borrow the cash. She agreed to i under 2 conditions. That I pay her back, and that i become her slave until I pay her back... So we're now looking at 2-3 weeks of slavery, poverty, and back breaking labour working with my father.&lt;br /&gt;So i tell the old man that there was a mixup and that my money was in the wrong account and i live to see another day. I somehow manage to keep myself going :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as if thats not enough punishment, i go into my room. First I do some sit ups and pushups. Then I ponder the idea of using a patch cord for a skipping rope. Looking back on it, I realize it wasn't such a hot idea. I went for about 2 minutes when i nailed my toe with it and went down hard. I rolled my ankle (my good one) and fell hitting my hip off the side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After uttering and mumbleing unmentionable swears aimed at whatever i could, I decided i should play some guitar. I played for a while and eventually forgot completely what had happened nearly a half hour ago when i notice my top string drop in tone. Fucking broke the godamn fucking strings motherfucker...And i have no fucking money to buy new fucking strings. Egad....Why did i wake up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to leave the computer because i'm not sure what will happen to me. With my luck when i take a shower it will be poisoned with anthrax, or if i take a piss my dick will fall off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am less nessman for the day. Laugh it up Mahar. I know i would! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, maybe i should go lie down on the floor and pray the the roof doesn't fall onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, hopefully you guys are having a better day then i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT's ONLY 2 OCLOCK!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hook, line, and sinker" - Refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90936045?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90936045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90936045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90936045' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90880471</id><published>2003-03-17T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:25:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knows where i can get a part time job where i can work evenings and get away with not working weekends... I need to get some cash flow happening. Nothing feels better than having a fat wallet to blow in one night if necessary. Mike knows what i'm saying, eh mahar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see i'm not dead for those of you who thought i might be, or even for those of you who just never know. I'm quite alive. &lt;br /&gt;Jamie 1 - Amt 509,253&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was just told that today is st. patricks day... What a hole i live in huh?  Maybe i should just declare a state of mental abstinance and buy a horse and live in the mountains. Or maybe i should just continue being ignorant to every Hallmark holiday that rolls around. With the exception of newyears.... new years rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had cash i'd be so hammered right now. The spirit of st. patty is in me obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle me this, what is black and white and red all over? The winner will receive a special token which can be redeemed for one kind gesture on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: kind gestures will be chosen by me, Little to no thought necessary.Limited to one guess per personality, must have legal picture ID to receive prize. After guessing correctly, your name will be placed in a hat along with seven other names that will also be chosen by me. I reserve the right to cheat my way out, or disqualify any person(s) who does not abide to my "special rules" which will not be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gin and juice" - Nofx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90880471?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90880471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90880471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90880471' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90595655</id><published>2003-03-12T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T09:11:57.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever noticed, the only times i'm writing somehting negative on this page it's usually about corey? Virus anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comon natural selection... kick into high gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what kicks ass? Two bite browinies. Any chalenges? comon, i dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'd better go jump in the shower before mike gets here, i aim to impress, and he always notices when i smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a beer and a cigarette, then i'll burn someone with the smoke and smash the bottle on their face. I shall then light up my victory cigar and do a bostonian jig in celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'll go play guitar instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90595655?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90595655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90595655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90595655' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90595226</id><published>2003-03-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T09:07:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enemy - Show me what you wanna be &lt;br /&gt;I can handle anything &lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't handle you &lt;br /&gt;Readily - Either way it better be &lt;br /&gt;Don't you fuckin' pity me &lt;br /&gt;Get up, get off... &lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I sayin'? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know about malevolent &lt;br /&gt;Sure as hell decadent &lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to step up, step off &lt;br /&gt;Walls! Let me fall! Fuck you all! &lt;br /&gt;Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it &lt;br /&gt;You're goin' down, this is a war! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind? &lt;br /&gt;You're leavin' me suspect, I'm leavin' you grotesque &lt;br /&gt;Feels like a burn from which you never learn &lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect, you jealous ass &lt;br /&gt;Press your face against the glass - suffer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it &lt;br /&gt;You're goin' down, this is a war! &lt;br /&gt;I've just begun &lt;br /&gt;It's about that time &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill me &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm already inside you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sic" - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90595226?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90595226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90595226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90595226' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90468269</id><published>2003-03-10T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T10:11:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sherry Lynn McInnis, Rest in peace. Your smiles and generosity will be missed by all. If there is a god, hopefully he will watch down on wade and the children. The familly is big enough to support them and we will all hold them close to our hearts.We'll Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of strange seeing something like that on my page. Obviously i'm not that great with words or i'd have wrote a bit more. But thats as to the point as it gets i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent the past 4 days in west point PEI. For those of you who don't know wherre that is, It's on the west point of PEI... Now, don't you feel stupid? I spent most of the weekend with funeral preparations, but when we had free time we cruised around oleary, went to the legion, went snowmobiling, andwent to a dance at the west point harbour front community center. &lt;br /&gt;I need some herb... someone help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i return home from the funeral sunday evening, and am directed towards http://mrbearlistens.blogspot.com where i was featured in a little speal by corey the dick himself, telling all his cool pals what an awful person i am... Thanks corey, i hope i have the chance to break your nose before you're struck down by a lightning bolt. Karma catches up with people, i hope you know that. And if you think you can be a pest your whole life you're fucking wrong. May the cars that drive past you on the highway vear in your direction, and may the drunks at the bar target you as an osama bin laden look alike.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give corey a taste of your mind, as my ip has been banned from his page so he can write whatever he wants about me without having anyone to defend me. You make me sick corey. Please catch herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i'm off to go be a lowlife like alan quinn. I don't remember trying to rape one of coreys sibling, but i do remember seeing him sniffing a 3 year olds anus and then stealing and destroying the evidence.I feel dirty even writing your name let alone he rest of the filth i have on the same page as i talk about my aunts demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out, and i apologize to the people who read this and want nothing to do with it. I envy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just barely breathing" - Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90468269?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90468269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90468269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90468269' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90198479</id><published>2003-03-05T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T14:13:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i nominate that jet li be declared jesus (in his own right) he should also be the guardian of earth if we are ever attacked by aliens." - Mike Mahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the truth? don't deny it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90198479?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90198479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90198479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90198479' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90197794</id><published>2003-03-05T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T14:04:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really tired and spent... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I slepts 14 hours last night, did nothign for the 3 hours i've been awake, and don't have any desire to move. I just wanna go to sleep and wake up with tons of cash so i can get hammered tomorrow... but guess what, thanks to "reality" that won't happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck sakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah... Anyone who has once said (or even pondered) that The Ring was a good, scary, or even decent movie, needs psychiatric assesment. Perhaps you've been raised in a world where the definition of "good" or "scary" differs from mine. But until thats been proven i'll classify you as a crack head and strongly suggest you watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin trash man... I've seen episodes of care bears that were twice as frightening and three times as thought provoking and entertaining.  Every copy of this trash masterpiece should be thrown down the same well the stupid posessed girl was thrown into.Then, when it's filled from all the "guaranteed or free" copys from jumbo video and blockbuster (the only idiots stupid enough to buy it), we should steal some nuclear weapons from the ever so trusting americans and bomb the shit out of them. Not the americans... the videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't it be both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN TRASH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not an exit" - Saves the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90197794?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90197794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90197794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90197794' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-90085476</id><published>2003-03-03T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T18:24:51.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i've returned unkilled by the heathen that is Toronto's 6th skyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats a trip. Best time i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a rundown of what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on tuesday morning after a 2 hour delay at 10 oclock. We spent most of the day making wise cracks and insulting one another. We made a few stops for fuel,grub and left and right handed cigarettes. We ended the first day in cornwall ontario at the 5th wheel trucker stop. This place was a dive. It was a combination of a dirty diner,trucker apparel shop, and whore house.Some of our younger team mates were appraoched by a queer trucker who told them that he was going to take the video game they were playing into his truck, where they were welcome to join him in many illegal and disturbing activities. We spent most of the night in the jamaican hotbox and got to bed early so we could get to toronto for the next afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday we hit the van for another exciting 5 hours. Arriving into Toronto in the late afternoon we checked into the hotel and made our way into the city to explore. Noting that only attractive people lived in this city, we came to the conclusion that the fat and ugly were hearded out of the city like cattle. Effective yet harsh.  Later that evening we headed to the friendly stranger to pick up some "supplies" and went looking for food. After a stop at hooters it became obvious that finding a place to eat with 3 minors would be slightly difficult with the new smoking bi-law which permitts smoking in restaurants only if you are of age. So we made our way to Planet Hollywood. After noting that the menu at planet hollywood sucked major cock and balls, me and Matt said "fuck it" and headed back to hooters. We spent the next 3 hours and 70 bucks basking in the warm glow of the dim bar, drinking beers and eating chicken wings. Some guy bought us some beers and we talked to him for a while. He ran some sort of unique clothing store in the city and gave us his phone number to call him for some free shit. We eventually forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up and watched a number of games from our feild view hotel rooms. We didn't have to play until the next afternoon so we spent most of the day smoking and watching games, occasionally heading to the trade show to check out all the cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we woke up late again and got growled out for missing our sister teams games in the morning. Then we got our shit together and set up down at the feild to play. Our 8 games were played starting from 2:30 until 10:30. We didn't win any games at all which was a major dissapointment, but there was a bunch of really close games that could have went either way. I guess we kinda got a slap in the face and a kick in the ass at this event, but none the less, it kicked ass and we couldn't imagine any more competitive games. And holy fuck did that new gun shoot nice. It's a goddamn machine gun. People were getting torched man. &lt;br /&gt;After we finished playing me and matt headed to vinnies. Vinnies is a combination of a pool hall,bowling alley, arcade, and bar. Only in toronto folks. So we played some pool and shit, then ended up heading back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning i slept in again... A part of me feels bad for not seeing any of the other teams games, and then the other part of me says "fuck it, you're tired dude". I like the inner me.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of this day trying to steal huge banners and shit from the skydome.Me and nick snuck up to the 5th floor to steal th big ass ones but had to retreat when the alarm went off. So we went to the ground level and stole what we could.&lt;br /&gt;I got a few posters and a ton of free stickers and shit from the trade show too. Not like you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this far, I'm astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we got the beers flowing and partied at the hotel for a while, then it was off to the brass rail.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we almost got into a scuffle with the cab driver who was a complete dick. So Randy started telling him off solid and we got kicked out downtown someplace.&lt;br /&gt; For thoseo fy ou not aquainted with the night life in toronto, the brass rail is a strip club downtown. It wouldn't have been my first choice of bar seeing as drinks ranged from 7 to 9 bucks each. But i didn't have much of an option considering the company i was with. We spent a good 2 or 3 hours in there being rowdy drunks and the average island idiots. Lap dances went all around weather we liked it or not. but nobody seemed to mind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we got our shit packed together and headed home. We spent the early parts of the ride sleeping. Then we stopped for supper in quebec city. By this time i was down to the last 25 cents in my pocket and couldn't afford a pack of gum. I grabbed the complimentry bread and headed for the washroom to sprinkle my own special ingredients ;) Then i returned to the table to finish up whatever scraps were left on peoples plates, and to watch matt choke down his half at the table in the middle of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the waitress informed us that the tip was not included in the price of the bill, after delivering our tip "tip:don't ask for one" we left the pissed off french to clean up our mess without a tip and headed east again. &lt;br /&gt;We blared pantera and drove as far as we could get spending our time guessing colours in a magazine in the dark. This might seem quite simple to you, but i assure you colour does not exist without light.&lt;br /&gt;We made it to edmunston and spent last night there in the first motel we saw. We drove tokes then went looking for some adventure.&lt;br /&gt;One exit sign, 3 locks, and one emergency light later we went to bed. I was only asleep for an hour before i was woke up by someone smearing brown makeup all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;After mumbleing some threats i stumbled to the washroom to clean off and then went to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, we completed the rest of the trip home in some of the shittiest white outs ever. &lt;br /&gt;And now i sit here, wasting hours blabbing on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dull, ordinary, PEI life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, i'm gonna go unpack all my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just barely breathing" - Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-90085476?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90085476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/90085476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90085476' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-89773650</id><published>2003-02-26T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T05:28:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hats up motherfucks? i'm at some fucking dirtbag motel in cornwall ontario on my way to skyball... It's the kkind of refuge homeless truckers seek whenever they're looking for some unbridaled hasrdcore prostitue action. It's 8-30 asnd we're now heading to tornonto to shoot some fuckers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washroom hotbox count - 1&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys up to date, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-89773650?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89773650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89773650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89773650' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-89265632</id><published>2003-02-17T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T14:43:48.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know whats more troubleing...&lt;br /&gt; Confusing my grandfathers toe amputation with my father for months without askign any questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or being told that if i'm ever stuck on an island with Matt that he'll plump me up with banannas then smash me in the face with a rock and eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird life i live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-89265632?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89265632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89265632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89265632' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-89252039</id><published>2003-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T10:32:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week and a day til skyball... I'd give my left foot for it to be a week minus a day. But then how would i be able to play? Obviously i'd have to come up with some kind of legalized paintball scooter. Or maybe i'll just get drunk for a few days and let the time fly by keeping my feet in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told to post more. Aparently people have nothing better to do then to read my page... Hey retards, it's called the internet, and it offers infinate possibilties. Why are you reading my mindless garbage? Just admit it, you think i'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to dooleys on the ave. for trivia? Fuck man, me and matt and danny-o were there last night playing some pool and happened to wander in stoned amongst a group of rather homely individuals. If you think you see some neat costumes on halloween then you obviously haven't been to a dooleys on a sunday night for trivia.  I didn't know cowboys played pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trivia dude... i predict a massive coronary at the age of 45. He was yelling as loud as he could wandering around in the crowd, red in the face with the veins in his balding head sticking out like some sort of steroid freak. I wouldn't want to run into this fucker in a dark alley, but matt seemed rather enthusiastic about kickin his loud annoying ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real last episode of joe millionaire is on tonight. As mush as i hate prime time television, this show kinda makes me laugh because it's making asses out of a bunch of money hungry whores. Like so many others i got jewed last week when i sat for an hour in gillans basement watching what we thought was the last episode. Nope, you're fucking right it wasn't. we watched an hour of reruns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate television. We were so close once... but it's betrayed my trust one to many times... Die television executives... DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Brains" - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-89252039?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89252039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/89252039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89252039' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88956071</id><published>2003-02-11T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T21:06:44.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was on my way home tonight from "pat&amp;zain&amp;wilson&amp;shawnsplace" and i decided seeing as it was cold as FUCK, that i'd run home. It seemed like a good idea with my trip to skyball in 2 weeks coming soon and having little to no exercise in preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started running it occured to me that maybe i shouldn't be running in case the cops drive by ( &lt;--- Paranoid thought). So i immediately freaked out and stopped running just in time to see the cops drive by. There was a moment of fear as they then noticed my change in speed and slowed down. FUck you pigs, i don't need your hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm heading to toronto in 2 weeks as suggested earlier. If anyone needs any supplies *wink wink nudge nudge* i'll be happy pick some up for you. I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with bongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a lot of women in sitcoms resemble the type of women that spend their time in island bars. And no thats not necessarily a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, brain sleepy going is slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sic" - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88956071?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88956071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88956071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88956071' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88714749</id><published>2003-02-07T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T09:36:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you've ever drove down brackley point road beside tha airport, you may have noticed the citys supply of garbage and compost cans on the side of the raod in a small enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;The question i'm asking is this. Is it necessary to have complete video surveilance and a barbed wire fence around them?Theres like 4 or 5 fucking cameras man. Our city obviously had a few funds left over in the pot that didn't go towards school supplies, or even food grinders for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I didn't notice the large gold reserve in the middle or something. Or maybe the hamburgler has changed professions and is now stealing garbage cans of that small little lot&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll tell you one thing right now... good luck hamburgler, maybe you should steal the garbage cans from the pentagon instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that nobody is online? I've got 30$ for the first time in a long time and i'm looking to get wrecked... Being friday and all... Comon goddamnit, lets go huff some gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numb Strickened Eyes" - Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88714749?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88714749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88714749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88714749' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88685915</id><published>2003-02-06T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T19:51:38.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching a day of television, i've come to the following conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;1.Jerry Springer is a funny funny man.&lt;br /&gt;2.Boot Camp is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;3.Iraq and US are going to war and we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;4.20/20 is formed by a group of opressed alcoholics who frown apon everything that they don't see in their own living rooms.&lt;br /&gt;5.Michael Jackson is far beyond creepy.&lt;br /&gt;6.Lesley Neilson still has what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say you can't learn anything from television....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cigarette" - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88685915?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88685915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88685915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88685915' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88570095</id><published>2003-02-04T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T19:55:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked an hour in a half through rain, freezing rain, sleet, and hail, over the most slippery goddamn ice in the world falling twice and getting soaked... And i didn't even get a fucking t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"on all fours" - Buck 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88570095?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88570095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88570095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88570095' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88486248</id><published>2003-02-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T11:31:31.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... 22 Days before I leave for skyball 2003. I wish there was a way i could go into a trance of working sleeping and eating and then just wake up and fucking go like it was tomorrow. I've got a major hankering for some bunkering and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is bullshit, if it wasn't for snowboarding (which i haven't done as much as i'd hoped to) I'd probably need to take up some kind of heroine habbit to keep myself from going crazy. And yes i realize the irony behind that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some pretty wild dreams lately and i'm not really sure how to read them. It's funny because not even a week ago i remember mentioning to someone that i rarely remember my dreams when I wake up... And since that day i've had pretty much the same crazy dream every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been so tame lately, not nearly as random and chaotic as it usually is/was. I miss all the spontaneous shit i used to do. Maybe it's just because it's winter, and i'm in some kind of activity hibernation. Or maybe i'm just forgetting about the things I loved doing because i'm lost in a world of anger because i'm not doing the things i want to do... Now if thats not a viscious circle, i don't know what is. None the less, at least i've been playing a lot more guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i've run out of useless shit to ramble about. So maybe i'll go chug a pitcher of tang and play some guitar... I can chug tang like a fucking deamon, man... It's sick dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"change" - Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88486248?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88486248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88486248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88486248' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88274869</id><published>2003-01-30T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T08:55:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if the "recovering addicts" still read my page. Aparently it's unhealthy for them to communicate with friends they've known for years just because they can't handle their weed. You guys really need to weigh your priorities, and if losing friends so you can be free of the unholy grip of cannabis, then go right ahead. MJ is still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I Cannabis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd think natural selection would have taken care of him long ago... Some might say he's the reason people don't beleive in god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"temple from the within" - Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88274869?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88274869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88274869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88274869' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88230607</id><published>2003-01-29T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T14:27:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sign my new guestbook you Freeloading bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soil" - System Of A Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88230607?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88230607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88230607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88230607' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-88227583</id><published>2003-01-29T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T13:27:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a little tidbit of advice for anyone who may be planning on going to see Darkness Falls, Or even for all of you who may be standing in line to see it as I type... You might as well go home and pick your butt, unless you're an extremely jumpy female type.&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps you can go with a group of your female friends and have a "scarefest". &lt;br /&gt;Please, If you have a heart... Don't bring anyone with a respectable taste for movies. It'll ruin their day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the tooth fairy? Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my mother just found yet another pack of papers in my room. A few years back, i might have been a bit scared, and maybe she would have yelled at me. But she just gave them back to me and smirked that famous 'mom smirk' that she's so famous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom! even though you've been brainwashed by US and sometimes Canadian propaganda for years, you're still the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go see if i can build some kind of hovercraft. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eyeless" - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-88227583?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88227583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/88227583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88227583' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-87909891</id><published>2003-01-23T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T10:13:33.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STREP THROAT UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I cleared my throat and hocked up blood... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was "cool! blood!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seccond reaction was "holy fuck! blood!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Know" - Further Seems Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-87909891?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87909891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87909891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87909891' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-87845558</id><published>2003-01-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T08:09:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post.  My computer has been on the brink of disaster for a while now and the last 3 or 4 times i tried to sign onto blogger explorer crashed... So i took it as a sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. I was fine when i went to bed, but then i developped a crazy ass headache and one of the worst sore throats ever. I've been popping the ibuproffen like it's going out of style, and I still feel like running head first into a wood chipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else notice how FUCKING COLD it's been for the past little while? The last two days have been the worst. Me and mahar went down to the dugout down my street for a few minutes yesterday and i was sure i wasn't going to return alive. Then that crazy bastard walked to andreas.. Thats rough man. " walking down the sherwood road was retarded". I guess that quote explains it quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to get rid of a sore throat? If so, leave your remedies/cures in my comment section. I'll be checking for updates every 20 secconds, just because i have that much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna go watch a movie in a big warm blanket. Possibly make myself some soup. But likely not as it brings me to tears to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting piece of new before i head out here. Aparently Walker is having osme dificulty out west. The frat house he was soposed to be staying at was a dump and he didn't have a bed, so now he's alone in Calgary. They could probably make a movie about it. Possibly a Home Alone sequel where walker will be led on many zainy adventures with Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern close on his heels.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, we all know that walker will handle himself better then that little fucker Macaulay Culkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm getting the Fuck out of here, all this medication is making me looney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"last leg of my first race" - Blue Skies Burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-87845558?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87845558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87845558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87845558' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-87337194</id><published>2003-01-12T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T20:49:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did Corey the sheep hearder find his lost sheep in the long grass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-87337194?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87337194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87337194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87337194' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-87307707</id><published>2003-01-12T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T08:03:07.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the last party of prince street was last night. Wasn't quite as big as hoped for. Or maybe it was and i just didn't notice cause i was puking in a box of beer in walkers room. I had no option however cause Pat was passed out in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. Gotta love it when you have no memory of a 4 hour period of time. Auto Pilot took me through :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm off to save the world. Or perhaps go to paintball for the day. I have yet to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First Word" - Snapcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-87307707?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87307707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/87307707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87307707' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86859921</id><published>2003-01-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T20:08:22.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I was right about being trashed on new years. But man, it was a pretty lame evening. Anyone who went to Melons would agree with me on that one. They didn't even have a fucking countdown! Pat had this to say...&lt;br /&gt;"That was the whole fucking point."&lt;br /&gt;Yup... he's right you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any resolutions yet... I'd like to build my own spaceship though. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll eat some leftover turkey instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jester Race" - In Flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86859921?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86859921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86859921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86859921' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86661228</id><published>2002-12-29T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T08:11:00.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about 45 minutes to kill before paintball, so i figured i'd blow at least 5 of them writing on my little corner of the internet. Well i guess it'd be my little corner of blogger, on a smaller corner of the web... But who the fuck cares anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats happening new years? I plan on being more wrecked then i was on Canada day and Manuels bday combined. Who's with me? I'm going to need to convince my mother to fund this little project i'll call, "Project Mayhem" . That shit's copywrited too so don't go stealing it. Any advice on how to swine some quan off my parents would be greatly appreciated seeing as i have only a cup full of pennies on my dresser to my name. Fuck you bank loan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i need to find another part time or full time job this week. So if you are talking to me at some point this week, ask me how goes my progress. If i tell you i haven't looked yet. Express your distaste in my decision by cuffing me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i don't find another job, i won't be able to go to skyball. And that won't be good at all. So help me out here, my short term memory is rotten so i could very well skim through the next 2 months without doing anything, completely unaware of my financial drout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go shoot something now. Have a good day folks, I may be seeing you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cochise" - Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86661228?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86661228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86661228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86661228' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86549030</id><published>2002-12-26T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T06:45:49.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lem·ming-  Any of various small, thickset rodents, especially of the genus Lemmus, inhabiting northern&lt;br /&gt;       regions and known for periodic mass migrations that sometimes end in drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the 5 of you rot in hell... or perhaps end up drowning... An ironic tribute to the almighty potroast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well christmas was nice, i'm in west point now at my cousins place. I spent the christmas playing pool at the west point fire hall and drinking scooners. Yesterday we spent a great deal of time finding huge ice patces all over the west cape on the 4 wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for not having much more to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"snooze bar" - Snot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86549030?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86549030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86549030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86549030' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86446249</id><published>2002-12-23T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T11:32:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa... Christmas Eve, Eve already...  Thats Crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel like christmas this year at all. Maybe it's the lack of snow on the ground. Or perhaps my fastive side has been run down and slain by my drunken side wich is now in full force in light of my recent change in legality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sit home tonight for a little while and wrap all the presents i bought. Maybe i'll get my little brother a little pumped up too. It's funny for me, but when he gets wound up it takes hours of sedating him with television to get him to a calm enough state to put him to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomarrow evening i head to the western end of the island to spend christmas with my mothers familly. I probably won't be home until boxing day, so for any of those looking to have a few christmas brewskis with me, leave a comment at the bottom and we'll work out something for when I get back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think i'll go wrap up some presents. And If that doesn't put my christmas spirit through the roof, I'll put on some christmas tunes and go in the backyard and shoot some shit. That usually does the trick. &lt;br /&gt;"nothing better to celebrate your country then by blowing up a small part of it." - Bizzaro Apu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody says it better bizarro apu. You Da Man Cool Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believed" - Taproot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86446249?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86446249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86446249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86446249' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86333662</id><published>2002-12-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T12:57:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, whenever i feel like a zombie in the mornings, I usually try to bite someone..&lt;br /&gt;That way, if they turn into a zombie. I know for sure if I am, or am not, a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's friday night... Theres nothing to do... Whats the fucking deal yo?&lt;br /&gt;I'm legal too! I should definately not be at a lack of options for a friday evening.. But as it would appear, I am quite limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is three days after my birthday and I have yet to receieve any drinking money in the mail... My immediate family must have taken innitiative to tell my aunts and uncles not to support my nasty habbits. Friken Immediate family wanks :P&lt;br /&gt;Either that or i've been disowned and don't know it yet. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go eat a bowl of E-Z mac then regroup and try to find some shit to do. Gimme a call if you wanna do something, whoever you are mystery guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another Day" - Raised Fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86333662?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86333662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86333662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86333662' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86234627</id><published>2002-12-18T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T12:38:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Ho-ly FACK!!" -Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was going to take this time to thank everyone for coming out to my birthday party last night, but i think my msn name sums it up nicely...&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I'm Legal :D  Thanks to all who came out, and to those who didn't...a firm, "kiss my a$$" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of coursey ou have a valid excuse for missing it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to everyone who planned shit for me last night. It's muchly appreciated and won't be forgotten anytime soon. My short term may be bad, but fuck you can't forget that kind of shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big outs go out to Pat for booking the blue room and for paying for it. Man whats the deal with that anyways? Comon you cheapskates. I'm just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saving huh? what are you gonna be...jewish?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you're jewish don't rag on me. I'm not making fun, i just thought it was more classy then the dead baby joke i was gonna post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Future Breed Machine" - Meshuggah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86234627?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86234627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86234627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86234627' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86234626</id><published>2002-12-18T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T12:38:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Ho-ly FACK!!" -Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was going to take this time to thank everyone for coming out to my birthday party last night, but i think my msn name sums it up nicely...&lt;br /&gt;Potroast.Blogspot.com - I'm Legal :D  Thanks to all who came out, and to those who didn't...a firm, "kiss my a$$" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of coursey ou have a valid excuse for missing it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to everyone who planned shit for me last night. It's muchly appreciated and won't be forgotten anytime soon. My short term may be bad, but fuck you can't forget that kind of shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big outs go out to Pat for booking the blue room and for paying for it. Man whats the deal with that anyways? Comon you cheapskates. I'm just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saving huh? what are you gonna be...jewish?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you're jewish don't rag on me. I'm not making fun, i just thought it was more classy then the dead baby joke i was gonna post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Future Breed Machine" - Meshuggah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86234626?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86234626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86234626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86234626' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-86120078</id><published>2002-12-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T10:03:52.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing... 1...2...4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checking to see if this works cause the cocksucker deleted 2 posts of mine yesterday... on victorious post about my upcoming birthday party (tomorrow). And one about how much i hate it when blogger deletes my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother pointing out the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-86120078?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86120078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/86120078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86120078' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85791559</id><published>2002-12-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T09:43:20.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd just like to point out to everyone that i am the hole in one king in Tiger Woods PGA 2003. and it feels NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get a christmas bonus off the old man so i get some much needed purchases done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing further to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get this right!" - Raised Fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85791559?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85791559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85791559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85791559' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85537112</id><published>2002-12-05T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T06:13:23.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody comments on my page anymore... whats the deal? I don't care if you have something productive to say or not. Everyone who reads this must put t least one word in the comment box. Punishable by stoning to death if caught reading and not responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear i may have only hours left to live. My father will soon find the mess me and mike left on the fence, and he will be both furious and unforgiving. I hope he doesn't chop off any of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to go snowskating today give me a ring. I'll likely be asleep, but just tell my father to wake me up. He loves having permission to fuck my shit up when i'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I think i might go catch some z's for an hour or two now. Why not eh? if i stay here i'll end up doing more useless internet personality surveys... My perosnality has already been picked to pieces by hundreds of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May" - Jettared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85537112?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85537112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85537112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85537112' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85489885</id><published>2002-12-04T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T09:19:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.outofservice.com/music-personality-test/results/?complex=8&amp;edgy=64&amp;fun=1&amp;energetic=2"&gt;My Music Personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think during the day time, if i didn't have useless shit to do on the internet, i'd have taken up some serious hobbies like robbing banks or knocking off old people or animals for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Candystand sucks a whole lot of ass crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so do I" - Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santeria" - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85489885?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85489885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85489885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85489885' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85405432</id><published>2002-12-02T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T17:04:40.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="CENTER" bgcolor="black" border="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="orange"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You Are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fool In The Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very bizarre person, to say the least.   You don't think the way most other people do.  And you probably don't really care.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You defy convention, and probably really like burritos.  And you're very content with your life.  You're a ray of sunshine.  Piercing, bizarre end-of-the-world sunshine, but sunshine nonetheless.  While most people are going to college to be lawyers or accountants or something, you'd be just as happy working at Tippy's Taco Stand in San Dimas, CA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably have a really interesting car.  You definitely do not drive a Honda Civic.  There's a good chance that you smoke weed.  There's a good chance you sell it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody worth anything likes you a lot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.geocities.com/cbstaffpage/zepquiz.html&gt;Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better way to pass the time then by doing these things. Unless of course i decide i want to shoot myself with a gun. I hear bleeding makes the time fly... or not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vanity" - Eighteen Visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85405432?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85405432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85405432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85405432' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85355401</id><published>2002-12-01T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T18:30:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homepages.hack-net.com/lamquiz/drugquiz/quiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://homepages.hack-net.com/lamquiz/drugquiz/acid.jpg" border="0" alt="What Drug are You?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the reccord...  I do not, nor have i ever, used drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You broke like glass" - Eighteen Visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85355401?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85355401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85355401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85355401' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85135621</id><published>2002-11-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T16:40:17.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ricky:"knock knock"&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus:"who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;Ricky:"someone who just got kicked out of grade 10"&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus:"i'll see you later"&lt;br /&gt;Ricky:"too bady ou can't see me now cause you're kicked out of grade 10"&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus:"fuck off somewhere i got work to do!"&lt;br /&gt;Ricky:"good luck finding a job without your grade 10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn that show is funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85135621?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85135621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85135621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85135621' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-85134148</id><published>2002-11-26T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T16:04:11.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, i was just having a tug of war with my brother over a hockey stick. Eventually i let go, and he hit his head on the floor and left crying. Moral of the story is, "it takes a big man to cry, ut it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man" - Jack handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to trade a smart chimp, or even a stupid one for an 8 year old guy? I could use a smart or dumb chimp..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding, Colin is a chimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like i got away with murder again this weekend. Not literally of course... The only suspiscions my parents had were because somedbody was smoking in my garage on saturday and left butts and the fan plugged into the ceiling. Now, i don't want names... I want sweet sweet revenge. That is why i purchased a brand new 8 shot semi automatic pellet gun on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHo would be interested in a blarney home video side project? The idea is to get us all so drunk we can barely walk, then we can just be drunken idiots on video tape and do all the tsuopid shit we've always wanted to do with a video camera when drunk. Such as the tennis ball barrage on Walker,  the nerf attack on John, or the vapo rub on Gillans eye lid. &lt;br /&gt;If the project should see enough success, we'll start making road trip and taking our backwards antics on the road, causing more and more disturbances until we all hate each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, honest oppinions can be left in my comment section, and as usual any asanine comments will be equally as welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i bid you all a good evening i would like to point out that even though they're not in my links, (and alot of people that shouldn't be are) Pat started a new blog called Cynicalassbastard.blogspot.com. And him and Gillan have a joint project called, Jokesarefunny.blogspot.com .  Haha i said joint! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over this blog ignoring the spelling and grammar mistakes, i noticed that i probably didn't sleep long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New millenium cyanide christ" - Meshuggah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-85134148?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85134148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/85134148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85134148' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84745944</id><published>2002-11-18T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T20:46:00.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;"I was just brushing my teeth, and the sound of water made me have an auditory halucination from where i heard, "Stompin' Tom Connors" singing jingle bells...&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not joking. In fact i'm a little creeped out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story, i know the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"noise and kisses" - The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84745944?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84745944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84745944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84745944' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84727633</id><published>2002-11-18T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T14:17:07.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... If you haven't heard already. A character i play paintball with that goes by the name of Kevin C. No no wait... we'll call him K. Curry. Don't want anyone to know his full name you know?  Well the fucker shaved my head last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. After Paintball I was dipping into a few drinks. A few drinks turned into two botles of wine. From there i was an easy target for some drunken antics, which are quite common. I was openly mocked by Johnny for about 40 minutes baout my long hair until i could take it no more and told him i'd let him trim my "wings". Probably my seccond mistake right there. The first being taking free wine from an over "generous" group of hooligans :P &lt;br /&gt;Anyways i don't really remember what happened, it started of fine with johnny, then Kevin got the clippers somehow and put a strip down the middle of my head. To avoid an inverted mohawk, i figured i might as well go the whole way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looks like they finally got me... after months of effort, they finally shaved my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you listen to me, and you listen well. Vengance will be mine. Definately not today, and maybe not tomarrow. But soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've gotta go look for wigs online. I'm hoping for a ricky martin model. Man he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't lie! But i do it all the time to my friends accidently, and then squirm my rat ass out of it! Yay! :) " - Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"psychotic thought" - Eighteen Visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84727633?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84727633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84727633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84727633' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84487968</id><published>2002-11-13T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:42:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't noticed the most recent shinanigans on my page... check out my last posts comments, and my poll comments. It appears people are displeased with the way my page is being run. Well how about this...eat my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't consider it homosexual to watch buff guys at the gym" - Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's whats gonna happen... I'm going to continue to write whatever the hell i please on my page. If you don't like it, don't bother leaving your bullshit comments. Instead, i'd like you to put your head between your knees, and kiss your own ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other things. 34 days until the big 1-9. If you plan on attending what is sure to be the largest drunk fest of the year, please leave a comment at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle is fucked again... After spraining it at the start of last month I figured i'd be good to go skating, looks like a cruel twist of fate for ole' potroast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantera 3... If you haven't seen it I suggest you make plans with Gillan to watch it. Even if you don't like metal, "The package" is sure to entertain all ages with his heavy drinking and constant slurred speach. And if this guy doesn't turn your crank, how about listening to a grown man scream in the highest pitched voice you've ever heard for an obscene ammount of time? The movie is pretty much exactly like jackass, only there's more nudity, swearing,and smashing shit. Watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i worked from 8 until 4 today without a smoke, so i'm gonna go outside right now and feed my nicotene habbit. If anyone has any plans for tonight give me a ring. Maybe i'll hobble on down and catch some excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Later all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rooster" - Alice in Chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84487968?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84487968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84487968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84487968' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84290231</id><published>2002-11-09T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T13:49:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i was in whistler...fuck sakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Power straightned out the loan situation after goofing the first opertunity, but i must say he got me the better deal...So kudos to you if you read this page.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after receiving the $3000 loan i went to OLS to spend $700 on my new board... Best purchase this year so far. Too bad It'll be outmatched almost immediatey :P &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put a sign on the front lawn saying "solicitors will be shot"... I guess that explains itself doesn't it. I'm just realy eager to fire this bad boy up. Watch out neighbor hood children and seniors! Hahaha, just kidding of course :D&lt;br /&gt;I think i may go get drunk now, so peace out dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've met alot of brain dead retards in my day, but Corey takes the cake" - Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84290231?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84290231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84290231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84290231' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84258156</id><published>2002-11-08T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T17:45:20.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im astounded by Whistler and all its glory. If god were to lay his head on earth to sleep, his head would lay on Whistler. Best of all, I saw a man carry a 2-4 of Canadian in a can. The case it comes in is fairly flashy as well. Today was a cool day, Kings and I went to "The Fork" where we bought 5 dollar hotdog's and shot the shit. An unnoticed  finch also accompanied us, and I fed the bird some of my hotdog. It ate from my hand. For those who dont know, Im terrified of fucking birds.  Im just jabbering on about nothing here folks, I think Im gonna go hit-on Kingsley, or throw him some bullshit story about my ever-lasting love I've always felt for him. But seriously, I would never do that, like fuck,,,, its Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;Later everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84258156?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84258156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84258156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84258156' title=''/><author><name>Blarnified</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921538075198163780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84124219</id><published>2002-11-06T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T09:14:51.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00t!&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a 1700$ loan yesterday. 700 Of those funds will be going towards a brand new burton code 155. And The rest will be thrown into the "Buy myself a paintball gun so i don't get kicked off spikes 5150 for being a bum" fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i was soposed to go in today with my father to get him to co-sign the loan. But aparently my "personal banking officer" is in a board meeting, so we have an appointment tomarrow at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should geto ut to OLS either today or tomarrow to tell them to put that board on hold for me. But once again, the lazy man factor is high, so i'll likely just walk into town and get involved in a bunch of madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm such a flamer... When i get the shits the toilet catches on fire." - Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yesterday" - Jettared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84124219?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84124219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84124219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84124219' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84010361</id><published>2002-11-04T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T08:54:00.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was driving down north river road today heading back towads my house when i noticed the car in front of me had a bumper sticker that read : " Orthodoxy, spreading the good word since 33A.D."&lt;br /&gt;At first i didn't think much of it at all, but as my father started blabbing nonsense in my ear i kinda trailed off and thought about it for a minute. Where did those 33 years go? Did they just kinda forgot about what happened until one day 33 years down the road when they had some LSD induced flashback or what? I want awnsers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd now like to take this time to give my best to my freinds who are leaving for whistler tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley, you'd better get alot of good use out of that new custom you prick... took it on me before i could afford to buy it.Make sure that bong makes it through airport security both ways pal i'd hate to see you return empty handed :P Have fun dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahar, if drugs are for losers then alcohol is for children... you prick, jobbed me on my own page... the nerve.  I don't know who i'm gonna walk into town with anymore, i'm going to be lonely at the dugout too. But have no fear, i shall make a sock puppet who will be equaly as amusing and twice the good looks. Therefore i do not needy ou at all......  you bastard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, have a good time out there eh? make sure to spread the joys of vulgarism you spread around here whenever you play hackeysack. There will be two words to remember you by while you're gone... "Jesus Shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage fools, when you return you might find things quite bizzare, i'll likely still be working with my dad and my hair will be down to my hsoulders.WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;You fuckers better come home for my birthday if you're coming for chirstmas. If not you'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open hands to the wind" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84010361?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84010361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84010361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84010361' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-84008015</id><published>2002-11-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T08:00:06.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen all, Im taking off for Whistler at 1030 sharp a.m. tommorrow morning. Im not going to see you folk for a while so this is one way I can leave a message for everyone. Im gonna keep this short and sweet. Goodbye everyone. I hope to see you all in a few months with a bit of cash in my pocket. Ill attempt to keep in touch but Im not making any promises. My memory is shit.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, thanks for the good times and the even better drugs...... just kiddin. Drugs are for losers...... like Jamie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-84008015?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84008015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/84008015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84008015' title=''/><author><name>Blarnified</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921538075198163780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83884243</id><published>2002-11-01T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T10:28:18.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do yourselves a favour... Link to this http://klerck.org/dance.swf and have a happy halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cheek to cheek" - The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83884243?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83884243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83884243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83884243' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83884238</id><published>2002-11-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T10:28:17.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do yourselves a favour... Link to this http://klerck.org/dance.swf and have a happy halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cheek to cheek" - The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83884238?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83884238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83884238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83884238' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83754978</id><published>2002-10-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T21:22:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/simpsons/stu.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/simpsons.htm"&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;    lesser-known Simpsons character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/cardog/scooby.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/cardog.htm"&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;   cartoon dog are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These take the cake for most amusing internet bs i've seen this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mass Pike" - The Get Up Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83754978?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83754978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83754978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83754978' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83664311</id><published>2002-10-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T11:51:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, It's been one weird ass last couple of weeks. Overlooking all the crazy shit thats happened to me... Looking around things are only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is packing up and leaving for the winter. You fuckers are gonna miss my 19th... For that i sincerely hope for such an attrosity you are struck down by jesus himself and overcome with emotional pain... Oh yeah, I went there...&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... what else has been happeneing. Aparently "Mr. X" has been beaten inches short of dying by the bat of forgetfulness. "he's never done anything to me, and he's a nice guy"  JEEEEEEESUS! Me and Mahar nearly had a heart attack when we read that one.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. X" seems to forget that he was ratted out by this person to the cops which could have landed him in jail had we not covered his ass...but of course... he's done nothing wrong right? we must all have just got overworked about it... yes thats it.&lt;br /&gt;The other night we ended up at some peoples house... Aparently we met them at Bubbas when we were there to see Rock and Roll Party Machine..... That was kinda weird... I vaguely remember playing the "Digery Doo" (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the icing on the cake of weird shit that has ben happening lately... Yesterday i was sitting down watching tv, My mother comes to the top of the stairs and yells down to me, "Hey did you know that dad had a toe amputated yesterday?" I didn't even awnser her at first, instead i thought it would be best to go outside for a smoke... when i came back in i was leti n on all the goods.&lt;br /&gt;Aparently his toe had been bothering him... so the doctors cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pants on fire" - Buck65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83664311?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83664311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83664311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83664311' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83411924</id><published>2002-10-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T09:49:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/andrewtma/quizzes/What%20guitar%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033608859_eslespaul1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What guitar are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin eh... May not have the looks... or the style for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;But I Like the Les Paul so something worked out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: Boredom leads to useless internet trivia... and sometimes death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note i'm out for a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Razorlives" - Soilwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83411924?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83411924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83411924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83411924' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83405317</id><published>2002-10-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T07:13:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain... how i despise the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i going to do now that it's raining? Sit around with a blank expression on my face and type random nonsensical messages on msn? Sounds about right. Maybe if i'm lucky i'll receive a good email about debt consolidation that i can delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if anyone has any suggestions on what to do today, i've got a pack of smokes and a motive unlike any other... Utter and complete boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me...&lt;br /&gt;please find me...&lt;br /&gt;please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man exists" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83405317?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83405317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83405317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83405317' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83276538</id><published>2002-10-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T19:48:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i just got pulled out of reality again after having a chat with Rachel, and ended up back at mrbearlistens.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seeing as he's banned my IP from his commenting system after insisting that my opinion does not matter to him, i've been forced into writing a blog to defend my friends honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey, nobody here is looking for a fight... we're all just secretly hoping natural selection will take care of our problem for us. I don't know why you bothered to bring anyone into this fight. I find it hard to beleive that someone would take the time of day to defend you, you'll just end up in another scrap for being a fucking loser by nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;To anyone associated with corey arsenault reading this page i offer this advice. Mind your own fucking buisness. The numbers of people behind you just won't add up when looking at how the majority of charlottetown wishes he'd get his ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get this straight, anyone that threatens to get someone to beat up a friend of mine beware. Cause i've got the "crazy fucker" upperhand which makes me unpredictable and i know for a fact that if aggitated i would be capable of unleashing an onslaught of pain to anyone threatening the safety of a friend of mine. And you may be thinking to yourself... "well i'm crazy too"... have you ever seen me go off the handle? it's not pleasent and it's definately not pg-13, so just fucking try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not picking any fights here, i'm just setting the ground rules. so if i "broke your little heart" you'd better learn to deal with it princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourselves a favor and don't bother with corey. He's just a piece of shit that's always been a rat. As far as I can tell things haven't changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fuel the fire" - Unearth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83276538?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83276538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83276538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83276538' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83217850</id><published>2002-10-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T10:01:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, what a shitty week this has been so far... I'm waiting for the enevitabl bus to blow a tire and jack knife onto the sidewalk and finish me off...&lt;br /&gt;First of all, courtney left for BC this week.. which is good for her, but sucks for a bunch of other people... That one is highest on the list.&lt;br /&gt;Lesser, but equaly shitty highlights include breaking my skateboard, having my discman fuck up and ruin cd's, falling for absolutely no reason while hammered and spraining my ankle, and then... the kicker... LIGHTING MY FUCKING JACKET ON FIRE IN IANS CAR!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skateboard and discman are not my biggest concern, being only posessions. The thing that freaks me out is that something somewhere is trying to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;I got drunk on thursday night after being on a small bender. My drink of choice, Blarney.&lt;br /&gt;All was well and good, drinkin' ,  smokin' , and all that good shit. Then we decide to go play a game of hack. Mind you at this point I was in no shape to be walking. So APARENTLY (i say aparently because i have no memory of the actual events, i just woke up in my own bed with a fucked up ankle) i sat down and listened to some tunes on my discman for a while watching them play hack until i decided it was time to play. When i stood up, I fell back down, rolling my ankle for all i was worth collapsing into a pile of drunk human on the ground.  I guess Jon drove me home that night as it was aparent that i wouldn't be walking, so thank you jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jacket fire... this one is still a puzzle to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was in ians car in the backseat after dropping courtney off at home in cornwall, i'd finished having a smoke ashing out the window as usual. All was well and good, i rolled up my window as it was getting pretty damn cold out. So we turned off the highway onto north river road heading townward. We drove for about 5 minutes before will noticed smoke in the car, there was a few windows down so we figured there was a fire in town and we were driving through the smoke. Will made numerous comments describing the smell of the smoke and what he htought might be burning. It was when we hit belvedere ave. that it finally clicked in and i looked over my shoulder only to see the hood on my sweater in flames. I got ian to pull over and i got the fuck out of the car ripped off my sweater and stomped on it to diminish the flames just as a "femme cop" pulls up beside the car looking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;She left soon after stopping after Ian pretty much told her to get lost. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! am i gonna die or what??    STOP TOYING WITH ME CRUEL GODS!!!!   YOU VISCIOUS BASTARDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gonna make it snow tonight, so i'm outa here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Habit" - The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83217850?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83217850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83217850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83217850' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83121489</id><published>2002-10-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T08:51:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courtney Hurley, we've been friends for a long time. It all started out with the crack bus, and then progressed through the crazy year of highschool where we kept bumping into each other time and time again. &lt;br /&gt;This summer we've probably spent more time together then we ever have and i really enjoyed it. I hope you have a good time in new zealand surfing and seeing the sights. Make sure to take plenty of pics cause i'd like to see them :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the guys down at the feild they can expect another spikes girl in the spring for you as well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I figured i'd just write this post to wish you the best and to say that i'm going to miss not having you around all winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and don't forget to write a guy an email. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i told you this was killing me"  - Juliana Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83121489?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83121489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83121489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83121489' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-83016217</id><published>2002-10-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T08:00:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can see theese next few days getting quite interesting... no particular reason of course :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was given quite a scare... Me Jenna and Ian were outside Will and James' place having a smoke, when he promptly opened the door and told us that if any of us were smoking grass on, or near his property we would no longer be welcome in his home and he would call the cops on us and have us charged. He then proceded to tell us that it was illegal and imoral, and that it was bad for us. If he suspected us of it again, he would find our names and our adresses and call the cops to have us charged.&lt;br /&gt;That Frightens me. James, Will... as much as i enjoy your company i'm going to find it quite hard to even walk past your driveway in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Someone get that guy a fucking chill pill.  As far as I can remember, smoking a cigarette on his front step isn't illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was fucked up... we ended up leaving james and will to themselves to chill out for a bit. Me, Ian, Krystle, and Jenna went to ians to play some street fighter and simpsons road rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight... well... who knows whats going to happen tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take her to the music store" - From Autumn to Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-83016217?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83016217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/83016217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83016217' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82847628</id><published>2002-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T09:35:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why I'm Glad I'm Not American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't have to fear snipers shooting me for no aparent reason other than he probably got laid off.&lt;br /&gt;2) Every country in the world doesn't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;3) We don't let monkeys rule our country in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;4) Decriminalization is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't have to worry about everyone i'm trying to rob owning a gun.&lt;br /&gt;6) Our cops aren't quite as cruel, heartless, and viscious.&lt;br /&gt;7) Neither are our civilians.&lt;br /&gt;8) I would have to forget where i'm located on an unmarked map, and remember only the words "terrorist" and "death to".&lt;br /&gt;9) Did i mention how much i don't want to live in a country run by a monkey with plans of global destruction?&lt;br /&gt;10) Talk about shitty fucking beer man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I Wish I Was American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) good cigarettes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) even though it's dirty, american money kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i was listening to the news about 15 minutes ago and heard that another person was shot by that sniper cerial killer... I then counted my blessings for being Canadian and switched over to "sarcasm mode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santeria" - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82847628?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82847628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82847628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82847628' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82793836</id><published>2002-10-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T08:09:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone want to go to kickboxing with me over the winter? I wanna kick some shit around again... Don't take that too literally, i'm not calling you shit if you come with me, but we will be kicking each other... Felt the need to clear that up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty top notch today... I had a fun time last night, B L U N T (s)...&lt;br /&gt;Also i was informed that i'm not quite as bad of a person as i thought. Not that i think i am, but whenever you get dumped on for a while it's nice to know that some people aren't so narrow minded. It's people like you that make me think humanity might acutally have a chance. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wanna go play some pool today or some shit?&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm prety fuckin' bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, theres some paint drying outside that needs some attention, so looks like another uneventfull post from yours truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"april 26, 1992" - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82793836?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82793836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82793836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82793836' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82689479</id><published>2002-10-08T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T07:38:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats up all?&lt;br /&gt;Not too much happening here... I didn't work this morning, when i woke up my father wasn't here, so i've just been playing really loud music and playing guitar for the past hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored as hell, it's 11:30 and there is absolutely nobody online... whats the deal? I have yet to make contact with anyone all day.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the human species was wiped out in the past 9 hours and i'm the only survivor, destined to roam the earth by myself and scavenge what weapons i can find to fight off the hideuos mutated humans and small animals that have gone mad with a lack of fresh meat for them to eat.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Six String Samurai rocks.  If you feel the need to get completely dumbfounded i suggest you rent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the plans for today? If anyone is doing anything, or wants to do something... and you somehow end up reading my page before the end of the day, gimme a shout... I'll do anything... ANYTHING ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna go shoot some shit with my BB gun, thats always entertaining for the first 10 minutes... Then i get bored and end up shooting myself in the foot for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to set the reccord straight, Kicking puppies isn't evil. It's fun, and as long as you're having fun... nothing else matters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for me this is heaven" - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82689479?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82689479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82689479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82689479' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82621835</id><published>2002-10-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T21:18:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I'll have to see you in the after life, but I'll do my damndest to prevent that from happening until the day I die." - Corey Arsenault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ he's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give a guy a chance jesus" - Some Gay Corey band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82621835?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82621835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82621835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82621835' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82593460</id><published>2002-10-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T07:30:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Halifax... Bane Kicked ASS, and the partying was just as good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was High on Bane, now i'm high on mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"superhero" - Bane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82593460?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82593460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82593460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82593460' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82549676</id><published>2002-10-04T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T23:45:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to mental illness the part of Corey Arsenault will be played by Corky, from the hit tv show, "Life Go's On." He's got down syndrome, and capable of a lot more than our blonde headed mushroom cut dutch post penial engorgment sally smakin friend corey. &lt; Notice his name is not important enough to have started with a capital letter&gt; As for Lex, no hard feelings babe, I didnt start this bucket of shit throwing contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love these flame wars with the muppets. It's gotta suck to have some odd guys hand stuck up your ass. (corey) &lt;br /&gt;And with that, I bid you adue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82549676?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82549676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82549676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82549676' title=''/><author><name>Blarnified</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921538075198163780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82469853</id><published>2002-10-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T08:27:50.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the owners of tazattack.blogspot.com have taken the cowardly way out and banned my IP from posting on their page so they would walk all over me without a chance to defend myself... The following is a comment directed at their post from Tuesday, october 1st, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corey, you're on thin ice...&lt;br /&gt;the rest i dismiss to ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't question your ability to make freinds, i questioned your ability to one day become a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick, and i hope you feel really good for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll deliver the message to james to blow his own head off, and i'll be sure to let everyone else know how doomed we are at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that anyone, no matter how much i dislike them. Has the right to post on my page. I will not silence anyone, but i will make savage attacks at your personality flaws... step up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82469853?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82469853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82469853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82469853' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82468777</id><published>2002-10-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T08:04:07.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clarity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the deal... Aparently a group of people who i thought had at least a shred of respect for me, think me and most of my freinds are losers that are going nowhere... I find the situation slightly ironic when I see that two of them have yet to finish highschool, one of them is a bumbleing moron, and the leader of the pack got kicked out of college. Newsflash assholes, you're no better than me so get your heads out of your ass and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to try and make enemys. I only say the shit i say and do the shit i do to those who deserve it. None of my friends are bad people. I don't see why people go out of their way to talk us down to the lowest just for kicks... How about this, you guys can go fuck yourselves for being negative pompus assholes, and i'll continue to be myself around all my friends where i don't feel i have to hide in a hole for being different then the 20% of the population that doesn't smoke pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill the fuck out people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've said all there is to say, you can deal with it and stop treating other people like trash just because you had a bad day, or are on some sort of almighty power trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize also to people who come to my page to escape drama... For you i have the following.&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock...&lt;br /&gt;(who's there)&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid fucking jerks playing their story about how they're standards of living are superior to ours because they all have an inferiority complex which makes them mad at anything different from the way they lead their lives.Now fuck off somewhere i've got work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waitress" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82468777?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82468777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82468777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82468777' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82383873</id><published>2002-10-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T14:43:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang, Murn, Nicole, Sam,  and Corey. Don't bother speaking to me anymore. Some of you i thought were actually decent people. I've done nothing but be kind to most of you, except corey you spineless fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all choke on each others genitalia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fuck you" - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82383873?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82383873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82383873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82383873' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82226881</id><published>2002-09-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T23:28:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How To Get Drunk Fast&lt;br /&gt;10 easy steps provided to you, the consumer whore, by your freindly neighborhood potroast.&lt;br /&gt;inspired by ang, written by jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;2. Poor another glass&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink again fucker&lt;br /&gt;4. make loud obnoxious "male sounds" and hand gestures&lt;br /&gt;5. Continue drinking like it's jesus' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish it off bitch...&lt;br /&gt;8. Now wander around the room aimlessly, looking for any liquid that may or may not kill you, and then drink that too.&lt;br /&gt;9. smoke a j.... that one is self explanitory :)&lt;br /&gt;10. if you're still kicking after the first 9 steps, grab a bottle of blarney and try again the next night with a little more attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was kinda shitty, but mind you i was forced at gun point by ang to write this abomination. So whats a guy gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts lack usefull information and/or meaningful material. I suppose thats why people visit my page... I don't get it. If i type it,  people will read it. Even if the words don't form real sentances. Observe... &lt;br /&gt;Powder and justified rice is simplified science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one hell of a prize fighter" - Eighteen Visions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82226881?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82226881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82226881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82226881' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-82099856</id><published>2002-09-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T09:14:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know of any stores in town that may be hiring fulltime staff? I need some fucking cash, this is rediculous. In the next little while i already have 3 possible trips i could attend if i had money. Next month, Folorida for paintball. Then in february, daytona for spring break, which might i add will kick some serious fucking ass. And then early march for Skyball in toronto. I need some bling bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i watched a cool movie at walkers place. It wa called "waking life". It's a must see for everyone i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed lately that i've beendoing all the wrong things. I've been spending my fine money on booze and other random Narcottics. On top of that, i've also been socially setting myself away from something i've been wanting for a long time. Maybe it's because i'm a shy person? or Maybe it's just a flaw on my behalf that won't allow me to make any progress, or maybe it just isn't meant to be. Irregardless i'm going to have to straighten shit out, then, depending on the variables at stake. i shall either rejoyce and get drunk... or just get drunk anyways and re-evaluate my situation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that my rambleings will more than likely not make much sense to the readers of my page, but at the same time i don't really care. Is that selfish? :P Ify ou think so then just click on one of the links on the left hand side and go read something worthwhile, may i suggest someplace so horrid and rancid, that your heart will explode instantaniously. You ungratefull saps :)&lt;br /&gt;Well i work at 5ish so i should be home around 6 or 7, if anyone has any plans for this evening that won't cost me any money, i'm down for anything at all, movie anyone? comon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the bending" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-82099856?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82099856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/82099856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82099856' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81992597</id><published>2002-09-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T06:46:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, It's 10-30 and i'm waiting for my father to come home so i can go move some shit for an hour or two. then i'm coming the fuck home and hoping to do something, yesterday was a bust and a half. I ended up sitting at home doign shit all, then when i went out for a smoke i nearly got spraid by a skunk. Fuck sakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 10 bucks and a half pack of smokes for the day, i consider that to be a complete success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also notified yesterday that i'll now be playing for spikes 5150 from now on. For those of you who have no idea what i'm talking about, This is the team thats been dominating the maritime circut for the past 10 years and was the seccond highest ranked canadian team at skyball in toronto this year. I'm prety stoked :P  Also, if someone wants to give me some tips on how to iwn the lottery it'd be nice cause i'm trying to get 1000$ ogether to go play 5 man pro at world cup with them next month. Funds aren't looking all that hot at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me my stomach is making some noises, the only perscription the doc ordered last time i checked was to fill it up with some grilled cheese sandwiches. so i'm outa here folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not forever" - Tsunami Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81992597?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81992597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81992597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81992597' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81881233</id><published>2002-09-20T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T11:13:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day, i worked, got paid, played hack, skateboarded, played frisbee, and got "right out of er". Theres no finer way to celebrate the end of a good day then by getting drunk...and you know it, and if you ever EVER say differently... i'll come to your house... and i'll cut you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise, anyone who appreciates a damn fine smoothie, or for those who haven't ever had one before like me... go to indigo and get courtney to hook you up with a tidal wave...it's a mixture of blueberry,strawberry,yogurt,honey,and a few other things that are likely key ingredients that my brain has decided to lock out... super. Anyways, courtney makes a mean smoothie so i suggest everyone take advantage of it while she's still here :P I'd say they're better than sex, but then i'd be lying... but they're prety fucking good. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wanna get drunk at my house some night? cause i've yet to push that boundry and I know it's extremely possible. I just wanna sit in my room listening to tunes and get drunk and eat chicken fingers... fuck sakes is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Any takers? comon people help a brother out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aerials" - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81881233?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81881233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81881233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81881233' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81752126</id><published>2002-09-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T19:23:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81752126?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81752126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81752126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81752126' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81739176</id><published>2002-09-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T13:57:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i'm home again, but for how long? nobody really knows. I have the most random dissapearances my parents have ever seen thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting day today. After waking up at 10 and cursing my alarm clock for not waking me at 9, I was up and off to pay a small portion of my fine at 11:30. I decided i was going to go to the library before my meeting to check out the score. Seems the only books i wanted we're either missing or due back weeks ago... how convenient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my meeting i skated around town for a little while being bored as hell and eventually called mike. Then wep layed some pool for an hour or so at myrons where i proved once again that i am the all ruling master of pool. Of course thats a self proclaimed rating, and only holds up on the internet where i don't have to prove shit to anyone. So i'll let it be known i'm a "pool shark" for now, and we'll see if i can spark a few free games of pool out of someone to prove me wrong :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking shoe fell apart today too. I guess thats what i get for wearing a beaten ratty 3 year old pair of old skating shoes for more than 5 minutes at a time. They prety much fell to peices exposing my sock until the ground eventually wore through it exposing bare flesh... fucking shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after all this junk we went and got kingsley and went for a hike under the bridge over to OLS to see if the new burton stock was in... alas we were disapointed and played a game of hack at the pharmacy instead.... THen we prety much walked back to town, kingsley went to work, and mike had to go home for supper.... *snicker* so i hoofed it home as best as possible with my stupid fucking shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm at home, and to be honest i'm quite bored, so if anyone has any plans tonight... give me a call 628-2155. Preferably something with little if not zero walking, cause my foot is toasted.&lt;br /&gt;later all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stain of mind" -Slayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81739176?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81739176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81739176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81739176' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81641119</id><published>2002-09-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T13:40:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For fucks sakes people, lets be a little bit more lively on the comments here. You'd swear my page was a gathering place for monks to meditate it's so fucking dead. Help a brother out and amuse me with some low blows regarding my sexuality and other lame jokes... comon Mahar, you're usually all over this shit, whats the dilly-o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night rocked. And thats all i need to write. If anyone would like a description of my nights events talk to me someplace where it won't be used as evidence against me in a court of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can hook me up with a fulltime job i'll repay you with sexual favours. and thats a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways peeps, i'm off to do more of the devils deeds. Don't forget to comment you clownskulls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Could Jesus microwave a burrito so hot, that he himself could not eat it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pieces" - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81641119?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81641119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81641119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81641119' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81555607</id><published>2002-09-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T08:11:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone, I think i may be out of a job.&lt;br /&gt;Last night i had plans to go out for the night, i wanted to get ahold of a few people and do something because it was my first paycheque in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I was informed by my father that i would of had to of worked last night at 9:30, and when he told me i let him know i wasn't going... he said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So i sat around for a few more hours on the computer and made a few plans, then got ready and hoped he didn't come home before i left because i knew what he was going to do.  Sure enough he pulls in the driveway a minute before my ride gets here. Him and colin had gone to the store or something and colin returned  triumphantly down the stairs to show me his "awsome score" which turned out to be a mellow yellow.&lt;br /&gt;My father walks down the stairs and looks straight at me, there was an awkward pause, then he asked me where i was going... i said "i'm going out i already told you i had plans". His reply was short and subtle; "fuck you". then i heard him walk into the office slamming doors left and right,followed by the sound of my old acoustic being thrown out the door and landing in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my mother with a shocked look on my face only to hear, "looks like you did it again". At this point i was passed the try to work it out phase seeing as i kenw he would be completely unreasonable and crossed my fingers that my drive would arrive soon. While i was waiting i could still har him wandering around slamming things behind me. I send my bro on a scouting mission and he informed me he was in the office with the door closed, and all the posessions i owned in his office were scattered on the floor in the hallway... my stereo, a couple sweaters, a guitar, and for some reason a few dinner plates which were not mine he decided to pin on me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my drive arrived and i left, we went to see courtney at work and see what she was up to after work. she said she'd call but that was kind of a bust, which was a bummer because i ended up with nothing to do at all in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Me, ian, zain, and jenna ended up going to dooleys to play pool. May i remind you all that zain is possibly the worst pool player ever, as he hell to his knees in defeat in front of the almighty potroast :P&lt;br /&gt;S o we sat around there... yada yada, zain went home... then jenna... then me and ian walked around town for a little bit, then i got bummed out and went home.&lt;br /&gt;When i goth ome the fucking doors were locked (typical) and the lights were all out. i don't have a key, unfortuneately the RCMP has it... bastards.... anyways, so i triede the garage door. the red light was on the keypad which i found odd and later figured out my father had actually gone out of hi way to read the instruction manuel to figure out how to deactivate it... Unfortuneately forh im while he was "brainstorming" this massive operation he neglected to lock the back door, and i walked right in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm awaiting his return home where i'll go back to my room and pretend to be sleeping to avoid confrontation... &lt;br /&gt;fuck sakes someone get me the hell outa here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"open hands to the wind" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81555607?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81555607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81555607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81555607' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81430499</id><published>2002-09-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T18:03:13.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following is a true story based on actual events that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tha Canoe Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;Straing: Potroast and No Luck Mahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began at a slow but steady pace. I went to work as i do every morning, and came home at lunch time as i do every lunch time.  Not much out of the normal...except...for the HUGE SPACE ALIEN THAT ATE MIKES HEAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told the actual events are probably going to score some more viewer points, so i'll get to that now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I goth ome from work. Being a warm day outside the offer to go to the beach was presented to me by my pal and attourney at law Mike Mahar. I told him that i was far too lazy to go to the beach and that he was a fool for suggesting it. He then assured me it was not his idea and proceded  to beg me for forgiveness. So i decided his groveling was futile and shrugged him off, then another msn window popped open. It was rachel kelley asking me to go to the beach with her mike and jodi. I guess i kinda gave up on resisting and after a quick change scouring in my house to afford a pack of smokes, we were on our way to tea hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we set to work to find something to entertain our wandering minds. We quickly came to the conclusion that pulling a picnic table into the ocean and riding it like a bull would be the ebst course of action. After about 5 minutes of me and mike sitting on the floating table we decided it would be best if we could propel it somehow... then we got distracted and decided to steal a canoe and paddle it into charlottetown. It seemed like a great idea at the time, and thinking back on it... no regrets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got out of the water and left jodi and rachel to use OUR picnic table, we had an instant brainstorming session coming to the conclusion that we were going to ride this old rickety, duct taped,milk carton seated,p.o.s. green canoe into charlottetown, and nobody was gonna stop us. &lt;br /&gt;Being determined to fall hopelessly into another one of our mindless plans, we quickly gathered up our shit and told the girls we were setting sail. They didn't seem to take it too well, calling us cazies amd all that junk... fuck that, we already know we're nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took off and realized about  minutes later that it would be a long trip becasue we would have to stop every once in a while to dump all the water our useless shit raft was taking in.&lt;br /&gt;Around our first corner we spotted a lighthouse we could investigate, possibly find a source of water seeing as we were dying of hydration. that was a bust so we had a smoke and got back on the road... or water...whatever, fuck off... we then stopped at camp gencheff which was a hop skip and a jump away and got some water. What a weird spot that place was, windows open bbq left uncovered on the doorstep, tents set up on the lawn... but it looked like nobody had been there for a little bit... so we cautiously got our water and wandered around for a few minutes while i convinced mike it would be a horrible idea to steal the red canoe he wanted so badly. "that's a sweet ride, so small and red... we'll get there twice as fast, i guarantee it" - Mike&lt;br /&gt;i'd also like to take this time to mention that i reserve the right to make up as many false quotes as i want to. It's my right as a canadian. &lt;br /&gt;So we didn't steal the canoe, and had another smoke...&lt;br /&gt;after paddleing around in the quiet water in the sun next to our nice red cliffs looking at all the nice homes on the waterfront, we figured it was going to be a cake walk and that the harbour was just around the corner, we were right, but we were also so very wrong... *cough* foreshadowing *cough*&lt;br /&gt;we kept up our shananigans and stopped to empty our load of water a few more times before we hit the entrance ot the harbour where we noticed a man standing waist deep in them iddle of the channel with a fishing rod. In my best "french accent" i askedh im if this was the direction to get to charlottetown. after looking a big confused he figured out how to communicate with us and nodded his head.&lt;br /&gt;yaday yada, not much happend here... oh yeah, mike shit in a cave then wiped with his sock after i told him not to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden we're in the harbour, paddleing fast and furiously for the other side which seemed to be so far away.at this time it was now 6 oclock and we had wasted away the last 2 hours by dicking around. we decided it would be best to chug it right through the middle of the harbour. after a half hour and no progress, i began to be a bit uneasy with the situation, alot of swearing and threats dished out to boats speeding by us and making waves pushing more and more water into our already sinking shit vessel. fuck sakes i was pissed. &lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a seal and mike got scared, i held his hand... held it a little bit more... assured him the seal was not going to tip the boat... held...holding........... you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Then after baout 20 more minutes of furious paddleing we noticed a sailboat heading directly towards us. i start getting worked up and more swearing becasue the boat looked like it was going to ram us... then the fuckers on the baot start laughing at us telling us that the last ones in have to buy the beer and this and that... a bunch of rich doctor bullshit, make fun of our boats while you can jack... you're time's a comin'... anyways he told us we hsould probably not be going sideways through the current, so we went upstream for another fucking hour... watched a house burning in the distance... bailed water hardcore... i was fucking shin deep in water in the canoe, we were halfway through the harbour with no life jackets on... not a hope in hell of surviving if we had to swim it, and all these jackasses in their fucking speedboats driving by us while i'm bailing out our sinking canoe with mike in the back with the orr of steel trucking away in random directions :P&lt;br /&gt;we eventually made it to the yacht club, the security guy was walking around the dock, he looked like he was maybe 16 years old so we had no issues with him... then we just left the canoe there and started walking aimlessly looking for a new adventure... but that was a bust, so now i'm home wasting my time telling everyone thi story wishing i was out skating or something... maybe i'll call around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alive" - POD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81430499?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81430499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81430499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81430499' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81410046</id><published>2002-09-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T09:36:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heads up to everyone going to bane, we've got 4 weeks to get shit together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird week i've been having, i haven't been drunk in like a week or more because i've been strapped for cash because of that freaking paintball tournament. I love to play, but i hate to pay. anyways... with the lack of alcohol in my intake of harmful goods scale i've been doing nothing but thinking. My brain has been running a mile a minute since this weekend started. I've decided that it's time for drastic change in my lifestyle. Now some of you are thinking "how many times have i heard this shit", well it's fucking true asshole! :P I'm sick and tired of doing the same shit over and over again. I've given serious thought to go out west, or just to get a new job and move ouyt of my housel... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out west would probably my favorite option, i'd be gone for 3 o 4 months making a shitload of cash and then coming back in the spring when i got sick of snowboarding all winter :P I could then prety much rape PEI with an onslaught of cash i'd of saved up for the summer... The real issue with me moving out west is some motivation, i'm not sure how i'll make the money to get out there or who or what i'll do out there... so i'm undecided. As much as i despise this rock sometimes it can also be comforting.&lt;br /&gt;What's a guy gonna do? someone help me out a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so thats prety much all i've got to post for today. I have other shit to say but i'll avoid the hassle of being called an "emu kid" by ritchie and just get to my song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blue and yellow" - The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81410046?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81410046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81410046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81410046' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81281321</id><published>2002-09-07T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T09:32:46.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy French Vanilla Batman!&lt;br /&gt;What a kick ass night. I haven't had that good of a time in a long long time. Although we didn't end up doing much more than sitting around a fire on the beach, it was definately one of the highlights of my summer :) I'd like to give a shout out to all the campers and especially one to courtney hurley for providing the whole night with a soft glow from her headlamp to keep our shit together :P You rock/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:   Nothing new to report here...? or maybe there is i'm just a bit too stunned to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to grab a few hours of sleep now or head out on my skateboard for more zainy adventure. I haven't yet decided, but shall soon see :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"april left with silence" - Hopesfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81281321?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81281321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81281321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81281321' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-81122908</id><published>2002-09-03T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T21:02:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hell of a long time since my last post. i'd like to apologize ot all my "loyal readers" for not having the energy or time in my hectic schedule to post some anonymous crap for all to see... I realize the lack of my presence on the internet and otherwise may cause severe emotional damage for some and crippling withdrawl for others, and will make a more constant effort to post on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a wild day today. I ended up walking home at 11 oclock with a big grin on my face, brainds on my head, and  a whole lot of crazyness in my head. Me Ian and Zaino ended up going to visit tasha at UPEI on some wacky adventure scheme we pulled out of our bag of tricks...and then for some reason she decided to put braind in my hair with multi coloured elastics... I'm told i look like a wacky chemo patient or something. It's quite different and hard not to laugh at at first, but i'm gonna ride this one out for a few days and see how it works out. so if anyone needs a good laugh be sure to get ahold of me before i end up having my hair cut off in my sleep by my father. I can just imagine whats goign to happen when i wake up in the morning (if he decides to let me wake up). The first words out of his mouth will be "sweet fucking jesus, look what your son is up to now!" then my mother will come in laughing awkwardly asking me if i'm serious or not to make the situation even more unbearable for me who will be in morning mode and barely able to communicate in full sentances. I'll be lost in a haze of parent mumbo jumbo for a good 20 minutes, then i'll be forceibly ejected off the premesis and told not to return until someone fixes my hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or i'll wake up tell him to fuck off, then after taking a few gay jokes while turning the other cheek he'll eventually giveu p on calling me down to the lowest and go golfing or some shit.  Then i'll ask if i can come along and play a round with him, trying to make myself seem as sarcastic as britney spears. Me and my father have a strange relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed i'm rambleing horribly, it's likely because i've got about 2 or 3 hours before i'll be able to get to sleep ;) and don't have anything better to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to go dig up some lego, or maybe kick a neighbors puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"angel without wings" - Zao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-81122908?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81122908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/81122908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81122908' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-80735009</id><published>2002-08-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T10:09:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy fuckin weekend. alot of fun was had, and alot of puppies were kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays 200 dollar firework spectacular and 115 dollar beer bonanza was a complete success. Good lord was i ever hammered. Our plans to light the 278 fitzroy couch on fire and stand on it posing for XfirestormX didn't fall through... probably because we didn't have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we hit up ritchies cottage for one interesting evening. Highlights include smashing kinsleys drink, clotheslining myself on a tree, carrying a skicken, playing with a chicken, burning the chicken, kicking the burning chicken off a cliff, retreiving the chicken, trying to save the chicken, then back to burning the chicken, then burning chicken soccer, then a burning chicken on the roof of the cottage. This happened in flashes, it reminds me of being a child and falling asleep reading a book. A big boo urns to all who acompanied me on our zainy adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was rough as hell, paintball then golfcarting... same old shit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter in the mail today from the office of the attourney general. It appears that i have chosen for alternative measures...again... and i have to go to probation services on wednesday at 11:30 am... any excuses that i oculd give my father for not working that day would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my shedule is becoming overly busy this week... and it's annoying as fuck, i like it when i can just sit around and do whataver the fuck i please... i guess i still can, but i'll likely go to jail or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to go find something productive to do now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"teething" - Deftones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-80735009?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80735009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80735009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80735009' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-80429778</id><published>2002-08-19T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T07:44:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post, which seemed to be somewat suceccful in the comments section... lets push 20 on this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll need something extremely contraversial to get the ball rolling then eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about this. Wheelchairs: Handicapped or luxory for the lazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah fuck that... &lt;br /&gt;Did anyone hear/see the thunder and lightning this morning? it woke me up at fucking 6 ocklock... this is your work oh spitefull and vengefull god, i'm still not going to church prick..."i'm getting fucking pissed off here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i've decided to watch every episode of Trailer Park Boys in sequance. i'm now on the 5th episode of season 1, and loving every seccond of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm off to frantanize and lollygag with mahar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...from heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we all die young" - Steel Dragon (rock star soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-80429778?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80429778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80429778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80429778' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-80200593</id><published>2002-08-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T13:44:24.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17 Reasons Parents Hate Me...&lt;br /&gt;(as seen by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am frequently reffered to as ' the devil '&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a ' bad influance ' &lt;br /&gt;3. I do ' evil drugs '&lt;br /&gt;4. My hair is too wild.&lt;br /&gt;5. They don't like my shoes&lt;br /&gt;6. I am too polite to them&lt;br /&gt;7. When seen with their son/daughter, a kitten dies&lt;br /&gt;8. I kick puppies&lt;br /&gt;9. I make their children look less attractive because i am so damn sexy&lt;br /&gt;10. I am in an elite wine crew.&lt;br /&gt;11. I blow up mailboxes while i'm super high on heroin&lt;br /&gt;12. I've been arrested twice this year&lt;br /&gt;13. I smell like ' the winos at tim hortons ' &lt;br /&gt;14. I own a skateboard&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm too happy&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm clearly an evil evil person and deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm ' dangerous '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about sums it up, if you can think of any others put em in my comment section. And if any of the parents who hate me read this, which, aparently they do... please leave your reasoning because i really don't get it, and as uyou can see... I find it quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"man in cage jack wilson" - Zao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-80200593?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80200593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80200593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80200593' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-80155160</id><published>2002-08-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T14:27:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://quiz.sereine.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quiz.sereine.net/img/msn.gif" alt="You're MSN!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; You're &lt;a href="http://www.msn.com/"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt;, the first choice of instant messengers among Hotmail users. You're annoying to the point that you want to kill the online notifications and the emoticons. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most useless online quiz ever? i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i slept most of the day and don't have any idea whats going on tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-day Ian Ritchie, the big 1-9... atta boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah i gotta go now, andrea gallant is a psycho and she's freaking out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"artists rendering of me" - Poison The Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-80155160?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80155160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80155160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80155160' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110857.post-80043617</id><published>2002-08-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T14:43:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this fall... what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i move out west? should i stay here and move out? or hsould i continue doing dick all for another year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out west sounds cool, but moving out would also be good... if i was to continue doing nothing i think i would rather move to tignish and mary a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me some ideas here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for all of you hwo care... blogtrack is back online, thank god.. My substitue monkey was entering alot of typos and really getting annoying... Monkeys taste like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxPHEONIXFIRESTORMxX tomarrow. if you've got the balls, or even the vagina... come on out and give it a shot, i guarantee a ritual drinkingfest unlike any you've seen before if you chose to try out.&lt;br /&gt;for more information see our temporary webpage http://xfirestormx.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"quicksand" - Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110857-80043617?l=potroast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80043617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110857/posts/default/80043617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potroast.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80043617' title=''/><author><name>Potroast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06041794528803019577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
