Never change, British Columbia. Remember that guy who almost lost his Olympic snowboarding gold medal because they found weed in his system? He’s opening a bunch of dispensaries called “Ross’ Gold.”
Fun Fact: without fail, I smoke weed at the park that bears his name every time I’m in Whistler. It doesn’t feel like a proper visit unless I do.
Streetboners just ripped off David Thorne’s hilarious (and widely read) lost cat bit. This must be an all-time low for Hipster culture. Not quite as bad as this though (or this). But still an embarrassment, off to the Gap with the lot of youse.
Wow. It’s still up there, with the shark-jumpiest “UPDATES” ever hastily slapped on the end:
UPDATE: Shit, sorry. I got this as a mass email from someone far away and figured we’d be the first to lift it out of email land and into Internet land. What can we do to make it up to you?
UDPATE 2: This is from David Thorne.
Following a slightly awkward conversation in which this information was revealed (who am I kidding, it was HILARIOUS - tragedy plus comedy equalling time and all that tommyrot), my conscience is now clear, the unsuspecting traveler is now duly cautioned, and I guess I’ve also realized that because these memories are not going to be exorcised any time soon, I should probably just write the fucking screenplay already.
Who’s got McConnaughey’s number? Think he’d do the cameo?
Fucking painful to have to read this kind of lazy shit from so-called writer comedian-type people. Was no one paying attention during the Olympics to any of the quality, modern shit you could make Canadian jokes about?
Simple answer: No. Apparently, no one was. Can we let this feeble, dialect-based trope DIE already? Or is it still considered “cutting edge” to make fun of accents?
(“Sahrry,” was that too harsh?)