ahh mazar, how do i love thee? let me count the ways...

those crazy afganistanians.
i can't help but wonder how much more sense that area might be making right about now. perhaps if they had bothered to partake of their own produce?
ya-think?
the fans, they know what i is talkin' about.

yawza -i'say- yawza!

man, the cuties just keep pouring (relative, ofcourse) into the workplace.. where the hell do they all come from? did someone finally build a factory in toronto or something? and if so, why wasn't i made aware!!!?
far from complaining, but what the hell??!
you know shit's goin well, when a good day can come out of a simple smile.
just one smile.

running over the same old ground.
what have you found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here.

p.s. HAHAAAAAA you stupid ottawanians! eat our collective asses!!
would you like fries with that ass?? do you like your ass medium-rare or well done? will that be whole wheat ass, sesame-seed ass, onion ass, or everything ass??
may i suggest upsizing your drink to wash down all that ass??
make sure you floss!

but yea, eat it! eat it good...
then shut the fuck up and go back to ottawa; back to eating those stupid beavertails and pretending you're french!
aahahahaaahahahaaaaaaaaa! FRENCH!!