My first real mySpace journal entry, I know whoopidy-fuckin-doo. So what story will I regale you with? Try this: no fuckin story at all! After hanging with D for a while, I can't remember jack shit. Jack Shit! I know I went some places cause I've got a few photos to share.

Apparently, I was stuck in traffic with Ms. Vee:

pics by Ms. Vee

I don't know where the fuck she took me, but get a load of these god damned goats on the roof of this shit-hole tourist trap:

pics by Ms. Vee

I bet that bitch didn't even give me a taste of her sweet sweet ice cream:

pic by Ms. Vee

I wish someone could tell me how the hell I ended up in an airplane flying next to Mount St. Helens:

pic by Captain Shitmagnet

These next pictures surprised me because they were taken by that hermit bitch, Melba the Disco Queen. This girl hardly ever fuckin leaves the house, so you would think that she'd really want to have some fun when she does go out, but shit man, she goes all the way to Toronto for the Canadian National Exhibition, & the only thing close to an amusement park ride she went on was the Go train:

I'm sure I would have wanted to go on the Polar Express, one of the most wicked rides, but nooooo! That bitch would probably have puked her fuckin guts out if she took me on it:

There must have been a military display set up, I know Melba probably fuckin ran over hoping some hot military dick would fall madly in love with her. Anyway, I'm certain her sick obsession with M*A*S*H & eternal search for her own Hawkeye inspired this one:

This last pic shows the infamous CN Tower: