Nunavut Patrick

If they use Glitter’s songs it’ll have to be called The Fiddler

Happy Birthday LL. Already seven have pulled out of his burthday celebrations due to: Forgot I had to watch the missus' best friends dog on the upcoming hen trip. Just realized it's one of my kids birhdays The trian times just don't work for me Are there any decent bridges near the venue? If not, I'm out Can I pay with pound coins?

And not sure what the Scots are complaining about, the named the Typhoon after Haggis after all.

Do they not play all group stage matches even if this typhoon hits? I need to watch the premier match up of the group stage- Canada v Namibia.

Maple syrup. Harvested by Québécois virgins who gently caress the sap from the trees. Anyhoo, French toast is a brunch item.

Bob, All is forgiven. Please head to the grocer and stock up on avocados. Also hope you back is not too sore from digging a grave for that abomination your missus brought you. Stephen King could turn it to a novel. Breakfast Cemetary- eggy bread rises from the grave with the only know antidote Canadian maple syrup, but poor Bob only had Fucking beans and was consumed by the egg bread.

The Canadian Haka for when we play New Zealand mid-week

As a species we have become so lazy and when they ask for the tipping point it will be tinned tomatoes on a breakfast. Two generations away from having T-Rex arms.

And then some arsenic and be gone with you. Tinned tomatoes? May as well reheat a Vienna sausage and serve it. You know what comes out of tins? Beans. Lead poisoning. Weird shit like meatballs and gravy, Spam. Things they scrape up from the shop floor and shape into things and then through in a bucket load of sodium. i mean it’s not hard to grow a fucking tomato anywhere in the world. Jesus they even grew them in greenhouses in fucking Nunavut. It’s not hard to fry a tomato for a breakfast. They hardly coat a fortune it’s not some truffle a pig snouted out.

I think Bob made it all up and instead of getting blowjobs he was tonguing avocados with the pit out the deviant.

I’be finally succumbed to the fact that I need reading glasses and purchased a pair today, at +2.00 magnification. i just scrolled though six pages of this thread and have taken the reading glasses and smashed them. Tinned tomatoes and mushrooms, raw strips of streaky bacon, bean juice pots and bean juice basically Yewtreeing breakfasts. And the fucking state of toast. It’s fucking toast not lightly browned bread. Take the knob on the toaster and move it clockwise. Cunt. And Bob, you were a hero to us on the date thread but now you use terms like ‘avo’. Its a fucking avocado and it only should be used to make guacamole. Well I guess the pit can be used for Mook as a buttplug. I literally have breakfast shock and may never recover, doomed to wander the streets asking for crispy streaky bacon and hunting down avo wankers. And vampires now eating raw black pudding.

Good things happen in three's Toronto wins NBA Championship Andreescu wins US Open tennis Canada....finished fourth in their Pool

Last time I crossed into US i forgot to remove my sunglasses. Was sternly told to remove them. I’m just glad I wasn’t shot on sight.

Two weeks coming up (last week September/first week October) so just going to put the tent, land stove and sleeping bag in the car and go to the Badlands and Wyoming and maybe Utah and see the mountains and canyons and then up to the Canadian Rockies. Hopefully don’t get eaten by a bear in Yellowstone.

I think if someone puts gravy on a breakfast they should be sent to Easter Island and cryogenically frozen and put in a case to be displayed with those weird head statues as a lesson that we are, in fact, a civilized society when the aliens come back to check on us.