The shit I just took proves that, most definitely, there can be no god.
In fact, I was on a road trip this weekend and I now have 3 TOTALLY NEW shit stories...all of which point to an overall lack of hygiene in the kitchens of southern Canada....
no no. I left for Canada perfectly healthy. I even declared that at the border - I said "let it be known that i have just undergone a complete emptying of my gastric and bowel contents, so that any odd happenings taking place within my colon be the sole responsibility of the Canadian people and their food."
I should note that we were in small little towns in southwestern canada with names like Grand Forks or something.
I almost had to use the shitter at the border patrol station coming back into the states, but couldn't bear the thought of going into a building with a big pic of michael chirtoff (sp) looking at me...actually dumping on the pic would have probably been a nice story too...
BTW...Grand Forks is in North Dakota.....an American state....hom0fag.
Did you go to Manitoba? That's the Canadian province directly north of Grand Forks and my home province. All I have to say is: DON'T FUCK THE FAT CHICKS.
tnf wrote: I said "let it be known that i have just undergone a complete emptying of my gastric and bowel contents, so that any odd happenings taking place within my colon be the sole responsibility of the Canadian people and their food."