In China, they are hacking Burger King’s twitter to over throw governments. In Winnipeg, we are shitting behind street art and coming to terms with our vices. Two great places, one common goal… eat with tiny bamboo sticks or die. Thats w’I'm talkin’ ’bout.
Wow. Try and celebrate 150 episodes and get slapped in the face with a universal truth… I am a dirty dirty liar. This was a fun one, guys. Fun, and sad. Sad because it had to end. Fun because it was all happening so fast. Like Montazuma’s revenge. Enjoy.
Everything we do, we do to the max. We work to the max, play to the max, chill to the max, giver to the max and kick ass to the max. We even relax to the max. I knew a man named Max once. He used to run a skidder in Northern Alberta and then guide American Hunters to shoot Manitoba black bear. That is maxing it out. What a guy. Look in the mirror. Say what a guy. Now go to the max.
You know that show about the two headed girl, or two girls with one body depending how you look at it? That show is completely biased on the side of the better looking head. The ugly, fake looking head doesn’t get nearly enough camera time in comparison. You’d think that in a show that tries to shine a big fat spot light on a girl(s) with a birth(s) defect, the hideous face would be the draw. All I can say is that I hope its my original, handsome head that wins the battle for your ...