Wait. That implies there's room for growth. I challenge that assumption.

You're right, I can probably still work from there. You've gots the internets right?

Wow. That. Was. Freaky.

Now I'm torn between Dee's buttery/salty boobs, my freshly cleaned sheets and crackdrama.

Gold. Thanks for that bedtime story!

DAMMMIT, I'M SUPPOSED TO GET SOME SLEEP AND YOU MENTION POPCORN?

GRAAH.

All buttery and salty. Now I want some.

Wow. Thanks for this, I think I'm actually filled for the night right there :)

Pshaw, I would've killed for the trombone.

French horn. Seriously.

I believe we should call them incidents. The term "accident" implies there's no one to blame.

Wow, you guys had the nice instruments, I got stuck with the french horn.

Sax rocks though, managed to play a few notes once in a while.

That's it, I'm spending my vacations en Beauce.

Anyone knows how I can bear children? I need Dee. right. now.

...
Wait, my boxers are wet.

There's one that smells like linen?

Damn. And here I was covering my bodily odors with watermelon and misty rain.

Oblivious much?

Don't forget meth. You'd need meth.

Ohhh good one, I knew there was someone missing.

Yup, that's pretty classy.

Thought about the implications of that statement and well... So frigging way, have you seen the hairs on a cat's tongue?

Waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the madddddnnnneeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

/wrist. again.

My cat will eat through a sausage like you wouldn't believe.

Bon alors là on arrête?

J'suis confus.

Pendant une minute j'ai cru que c'était Congélateur qui postait.

Fooling up again?

Où est le boeuf?

Awww crap. And here I was with an unending supply.

I was wondering how I'd manage to smoke it though.

Funny. Looks like Human Traffic, but I don't remember that SCENE at all.

Awwww man, and I got to sleep eventually.

I think Reggie's looking for someone to toss his salad, yeah.

Wait. You wanted it to stop, and you were bitching about the badmouthing. Now, it continues, and you started badmouthing again, and NOW YOU'RE HAPPY?

WHY AM I NOT A SHRINK?



Heh, lemme see, I got sacked in... err.. 2005? 2006? Bout a year before it closed, I think :)

Tons of ravers at that place. So very fun.

Didn't you work with Lyzzie, GoogleDude and a few others at some other place, for a Videotron project?

DrN, that was GOLD.

You worked there? Nice... Don't remember a Hugo though.

But yeah, fun times. Less amusing hungovers.

Actually, was only @ Place de la mode for a short time period. Preferred Place Dupuis. Sick shit happening left and right in Centre Sud.

And after work @ Yer'Mad always rocked.

Nah 'cuz I'd rather think I wouldn't forget sumthin like that. :)

DrN for prezident.

whores is so much more poetic than FUCKERS FROM HELL. But I'd rather be a FUCKER FROM HELL, thx.

Indeed.

Meh. I could understand why Joncas Telexperts was.

But I've seen pics of Gameloft, pretty bitchin' space IMHO. Just don't try and use the elevators at 4h30.

So did I at one point. Ghetto lifts and all.

À 4h au rack a bycique.

Errr non. Place de la mode, suiting ghetto background.

HEY I WAS BORN IN MONTREAL-NORD, YOU BASTARD!

I'll pop a cap in yo ass, if you ever mess with my roots again.

Scratch that, first bullet's for LukePeril.

Alors c'est réglé. Maintenant....

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? CAN I HAS CLOSURE?

Of my wrist, at the least.

Awwww no. Does St-Sulpice count?

But as soons as I find a way to bear 'em, it's a date.

Oh and thanks for your effots, Nemo!

C'est pas comme si j'avais pas déjà essayé, tsé.

Il va juste trouver une façon de rationaliser le tout. J'suis pas psychologue, j'peux rien y changer.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

That's nothing, what was that song you karaoke'd last time?

Hell, I'm a SingStar(tm) Superstar singing "Baby one more time".