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Carrie Underwood is glory town 2 days ago
Real Name: Darren Walker
From: The Worlds largest beaver aka Beaverlodge aka Beav aka Stinktown.
Job: I secretly dub in moans for female porn stars. Dont beileve me, ask me to act the next time you see me. Be warned: you may be more attracted to me after.
Future Aspirations: None
About: Whats there to learn, obviously by visiting this website you already know full well that I enjoy humiliating not only others but more importantly myself as well.
Hey, I’m not a lumberjack, or a Furtrader, I don’t live in an igloo, or eat blubber or own a dogsled. And I don’t know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I’m certain they’re really, really nice. I have a prime minister… not a president, I speak English and French, not American and I pronounce it About, not A-boot.
I can proudly sew my country’s flag on my backpack, I believe in peacekeeping, not policing, diversity not assimilation,and that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal. A toque…
The Olympics – A group of modern international athletic contests held as separate winter and summer competitions every four years in a different city. In 1994 the winter games were moved ahead two years so that the winter and summer games would alternate every two years.
win·ter (wntr)
n.
1. The usually coldest season of the year, occurring between autumn and spring, extending in the Northern Hemisphere from the winter solstice to the vernal equinox, and popularly considered to be constituted by December, January, and February.
2. A year as expressed through the recurrence…
By your powers combined I am Captain Planet!
Who could forget the the cartoon Captain Planet? You know, the one about the gay superhero and his ambiguously gay planeteers? I for one cant, in fact I’m quite sure it’s a toss up between the one known as Captain Planet and Robin as the gayest super heroes of all time. Needless to say I didn’t stay up till 3am on a Friday night (or Saturday morning if you’re one of those people) to talk about green super hero tights, instead I…
You heard me. Granted it’s been 2010 for close to a month now and for the most part is exactly the same as 2009…and 2008 for that matter. It’s still cold, hockey continues to control my life, and the night life in Grande Prairie still continues to be the same thing…the Aquarium getting one to many beverages induced into their system resulting in an abundance of good times. The good news is that spring is slowly creeping towards us, it almost feels like I was just starting this whole epic…
I’m not one to really get drawn into the melodramatic world of television and celebrities but what’s been happening in the late night world these last few weeks/months (I don’t really know how long it’s been happening) has kind of caught me by surprise. For anyone not aware it seems as if after a few short months as the new host of the Tonight Show Conan O’Brien is going to be canned, fired, released, let go, whatever you want to call it in favor of that plug Jay Leno once…
Take a screenshot of this because you won’t see me say it often…”Thank God it’s Monday!”. That’s right in most cases I absolutely dread Mondays but this one in particular was something I’ve been waiting for for a couple days now as well I think my poor liver is thinking the same thing. After spending last week in Edmonton to take in two dismal Oiler games the Aquarium rushed home to par take in the Shark Club’s Pink & White New Years party. Sorry to disappoint to all the people…
Or should I say Merry Xmas. This seems like an odd day to be writing a blog but it is Christmas and I do have ample time to kill before I start drinking alcoholic beverages to celebrate whatever it is Christmas is all about. Family? Presents? Egg Nog? The birth of Christ? For some unfortunate souls Christmas is about getting and receiving socks and underwear. For me it’s all about the food, the beer, and wearing sweat pants for the next couple days. Under those sweat pants could be perhaps…
Despite all the turmoil and stress playing and coaching has caused this year I was quite fortunate (thanks to twitter) to stumble across a tweet made by a journalist for the Edmonton Journal named David Staples (if you’re not familiar with Staples you should check out his blog, the Cult of Hockey) who passed along a tweet about a documentary that was put out about a year ago entitled “Pond Hockey”. I didn’t know entirely what I was clicking through to, initial reactions were a 2 minute youtube video of…