Kovalchuck?

Not everything is about hockey.

I'm Canadian, I can't turn it off.

That's your excuse for everything.

No.

My excuse for the fact that I like the Smiths is that I'm miserable; or that I like to pretend to be. Also, my excuse for not owning a cell phone is radiation, even though I press my face against the microwave to watch things heat and spend hours in enclosed spaces with paint.





by the way, I started watching Bottle Rocket

Hooray....does this mean I have to watch Harold and Maude now?



"Why is there tape on your nose?

Exactly!"

Yes you do. Actually, watch An American Werewolf in London, and then Harold and Maude.

After Harold and Maude if you feel like you have a capacity for more depressing hilarious movies watch Withnail and I.



I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.





Withnail: We just ran out of wine. What are we gonna do about it?

Peter Marwood: I don't know, I don't know. Oh God, I don't feel good. Look, my thumbs have gone weird! I'm in the middle of a bloody overdose. Oh God. My heart's beating like a fucked clock! I feel dreadful, I feel really dreadful!

Withnail: So do I, so does everybody. Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.

i like how this blog has nothing to do with the design :)

oh, i thought this was about the maple leafs...