yesterday, I called up the CIA and told them I knew the location of the dank, hopeless, bug-infested cave Osama bin Laden was hiding in. Then I gave them the GPS coordinates to my ex-wife's pants.
Okay, that's it. This snow sh!t can go away now. Now, I don't mind a white christmas, you know, a couple of inches on the day itself to make it nice and pretty, but this 3' dump is pissing me off.
STOP BLOODY SNOWING! WHERE ARE WE, FREAKIN' WINNIPEG?!
Memo to the folks at Metrotown: I'm sure in whatever country you're from people start to mosh their way into train car like they're at a Slayer concert, but here you're supposed to wait until people have left the f**king car before getting on yourself. See, that way there's actually space for you to get on, right? All those other people standing beside are going to on too, so you saving yourself a whopping big ten seconds by shoving past guys like me (who are getting very close to punching you) doesn't amount to s**t as you must still wait for your fellow passengers to embark and roll their eyes at what an idiot you are.