Holy Husqvarna! Those flamingo eggs sit heavy in the gut. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Here I was talking to this strange woman chewing the omelette with a couple of beers and the next thing I don't know I passed out. You don't think she took advantage of me do you?

Couldn't be that American beer? Tastes like piss. Canadians never pass out from beer. As my Newfie friend John used to say, "I can get drunk on one beer, my 24th."

You know, I got a few internet messages that she sent me out in my truck. She writes a great message. Did you see the fingers on her? Can you wait here while I go get them?

I think I'll bring my chainsaw back with me. You don't mind do you? It's a little habit from up growing up in Cape Breton. Mustn't leave old McCulloch in the truck alone too long.