Wednesday, November 22, 2006

 

If There's A Hell Below...

I'm off to Calgary this afternoon, to watch my friends play their last show as Blood Dungeon, the best intentionally non-bluegrass bluegrass band name of all-time. The show is at the Ship & Anchor. I'll be the guy with the big smile on my face, thinking about the Oilers being tied for 1st place in the Northwest Division. Alone in 1st place, really, if you count the 1-2 points that were stolen from us. I'll be back tomorrow. Until then, I'm leaving BDHS in charge of my side of things. Attack anyone who challenges me, Black Dog! KILL!

p.s. I'll try and do a report for your other blog, Pat.

Comments:

Don't forget your City of Edmonton issued knife!
 


Jesus. I don't even get caretaking duties anymore.

You cut me Grabia. You cut me deep.
 


That would be great Andy.

I actually think I was at the Ship and Anchor once.

Take it away sacamano - I can barely keep up with my own blog let alone this one.

Of course unlike Grabia, I work for a living.
 


You cut me Grabia. You cut me deep.

Sorry Hugh! I just never know when you are going to be around. Whereas Pat does nothing all day, and has the time.
 


Hmm, I could feign outrage but that would be pointless due to the kernel of truth in your statement.

Of course the fact that you have been on a weeklong bender might speak to your contribution to the alleged productivity issues in this country.

Whereas when I am sitting around its because I'm ahead of the game - I bust my ass and earn my downtime.

Something like that.
 


Take it away sacamano - I can barely keep up with my own blog let alone this one.

Nah. I don't actually want the gig -- I just wanted to establish a solid precedent for my right to feign outrage at wholly imagined snubs.
 

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