
Vince Vaughn made sure he got the best seats to watch his team go down 3-0 in the series. Mwuahaha!
HOW’S OUR ASS TASTE, BEANIE?
Fifteen more victories to go, and then the cup is ours.
This is what everyone in Canada looks like.
It’s hard not to reblog this. It’s like a reverse ‘Where’s Waldo’ because no matter where you look you’re winning.
Can’t argue with winning, Canadian-style. Nothing here is incorrect - except maybe they’re missing cans of Kokanee, Pil, Hi-Test and a bottle of C&C - but those are quibbles in the face of a clear masterwin. I’ve got about 40% of this covered without even getting up from my desk.
Click to hear my song! Even if I don’t win, it’s just such an honor to be nominated.
DUDE. I fucking LOVE that song. I hear it in my head every time I see the poster. If you don’t win, the Academy are a bunch of genius-hating, tin-eared cretins.
First night in the big show and this kid gets one for the mantlepiece on a go-ahead goal that even featured a little spin-a-rama from Daniel Sedin. And on Gretzky’s 50th birthday, too. How contagious is Lee Sweatt’s smile right about now?
We’re tied with the Fliers for first in the league, ya’ll.
(Source: yfrog.com)
It’s the story of when I touched E.T.’s hand… the real robot one they used in the movie.
Seriously excited to be heading up to Whistler tomorrow afternoon for the weekend wine festival. Boots, bikini and outrageously good booze, here I come!
Guess which little nerdstoner just set up a workplace wireless network all by herself while super high?
Indulging in fresh blueberries, cheese, bong hits, Big Boi and some Palm Bay to celebrate.
Who don’t like Mondays?
So after a fairly morose day of trying to rustle up some company, I got word just now that an influential friend has got me on the guest list (plus one) to one of the hottest clubs in the city, Drai’s. Amazing how quickly a little kindness from the opposite side of the country can turn your day around.
So, who’s going to be my date?
Yes, I will say “hi” to Lindsay for you all.