Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah

Its hockey playoff time. Time for copious amounts of alcohol to be consumed in the name of a hockey team trying to get a chance to drink copious amounts of alcohol out of Lord Stanley's Cup. The Red Mile will be full of people cheering on the Flames and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. If the Flames repeat their 2003/2004 peformance and make it to the final, I think it's pretty fair to say that the entire city will be collectively hammered.

Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for others, I will be unable to partake in the festivities. I've decided to do hard time up in Ft. McMurray and spend most of the next several years working for evil oil companies in the hopes that if I can't beat them, well I guess I'll join them. This is Alberta after all.

I'll be keeping you, the loyal reader updated on the goings on up in Ft Mac. I hope I'll be able to watch at least a few Philadelphia Flyer playoff games. In case you were wondering, SexyTeenSandy is a Flyer fan. And she really hates the New Jersey Devils, as does NextDoorNikki. I don't blame them.

P.S. To all seven Edmonton Oiler fans: Better get the clubs shined up. Roloson is worse than Tommy Salo. Nuff said.

Under the Sea

Has anyone else out there ever wondered why man hasn't endeavored to build an underwater city? With all our technology and science you would think that an underwater city would be a given. Especially since we've tried to build a space station, which when you think about it, is much more difficult to do given the relative inhospitability of space. While I'll admit that it would be pretty cool to have some sort of Death Star-esque space station, it remains a pretty daunting task.

So why would man not attempt to conquer the sea and utilize the vast amount of space available under the ocean? There are plenty of benefits to living under the sea, the most obvious being sexy mermaids such as Alyssa Milano. Plus there would probably be a nice humid climate, which would be a great benefit to somebody such as myself who lives in Alberta, which is very dry. I've racked my brain, and the only reason I could come up with is that we're afraid of sharks.

My theory is that as a human race, we're collectively terrified of sharks, especially Great White sharks. Sharks have been less than pleased with the human race for years now, given the number of innocent sharks that have been culled for no reason. Can't really blame them I guess. So the prospect of having an underwater city built in their ecosystem would probably drive them to the edge. Of course, this is only a theory. I could be wrong. I was wrong once back in '87.

Going to Edmonton (Without SexyTeenSandy)

Not much of an entry today. I'll be on my way up to Edmonton right away to visit the family. Hopefully there will be some good food. That's probably my favorite thing about the holidays. Hopefully it warms up some more so I can get a slurpee on the drive up.

A few humble words

Now I'm not the biggest fan of our neighbours to the south, but this picture is enough to make me raise my flag. It makes me angry that the pictures of her wearing american colors are way hotter than the ones of her in a canadian bikini.

I've realized that my blog entries have devolved into nothing more than scandalous pictures accompanied by a few meager words. To the casual observer, it would appear as though I have nothing else to share with the world other than my SexyTeenSandy collection. Nothing could be further from the truth. I feel that since I have nothing good to say about anything, I would say nothing at all. Luckily for you, the loyal reader, I stumbled upon SexyTeenSandy while doing research on starving orphans for my church mission. Ironically, it was then that I received my true calling as a smut peddlar. If I can share nothing else with you, I can share my pictures. Even if your life sucks and you feel as though you have nothing to live for, you can look at my pictures and feel inspired to kill yourself as you realize that you'll never get a girl this hot. That is my gift to to the world. God bless the internet for making all this possible. And special thanks to SexyTeenSandy for being a sexy "teenager".



"I don't need to see her identification"

I Feel Very Sick

You can't tell me that this picture doesn't make you want to come down with a bad case of something and check in to the SexyTeenSandy Pleasure Centre, if such a place exists.

There are some people out there who think that a blog is a place to post nasty commentary about others as well as cheap shots aimed at those who cross them. Well I'm here to say that I wholeheartedly agree! And for those who feel (correctly or incorrectly) that they are the subject of somebody's blog, perhaps you should ask yourself: "Am I important enough to said person to warrant an entire blog entry?" Maybe, maybe not. I like to think that I am man enough to confront somebody directly if I have something to say to them, and I find it amazing that others have the arrogance to assume that somebody would make the effort to write a whole blog entry about them.

That being said, if you have a blog, you're free to pretty much write about what ever you want. Or in my case, post pictures of whoever you want. Enjoy.

Smut peddling

Today's entry is dedicated to everyone that likes to look at pictures of SexyTeenSandy. Everyone else can fuck off!

Newman is out of town for a few days so things should be clean at home and quiet at work. It looks like I may be going up north to work sooner than I thought, which is good. I enjoyed the hockey game on friday night, it would be nice to go to another game this year, although that might be tough to swing. Tickets are tough to come by.

I'm at a loss for clever things to say. It's hard to concentrate when the picture on the left is staring me in the face. It looks like SexyTeenSandy is looking right at you, smiling. I challenge anyone to find a hotter teen internet model. I've tried and I don't think it can be done.