Tuesday, July 15, 2008

In which this summer's adventures dip deep into the surreal

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From an MSN chat with Von Hellzen:


Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: so if you maybe noticed a Chevy Cavalier screaming around Longueuil with three topless male strippers hanging out the windows


Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: blasting, um, I think it was Korn...


Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: that was me.

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The thing with these guys is that they don't put their shirts on. Ever. Not in the car, not in restaurants, not in the grocery store.


a-well-a well-a well-a huh

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

this blog cracks me the eff up.

keep it rollin.

Boourns said...

Hey! Thanks!

By the way:

I forgot to explain for the non-Montrealers just how trashy Longueuil is.

Well! A mullet is referred to as a "coupe Longueuil" (Longueuil cut) here. That's how trashy.

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