barcosbarcos

oh so tonite i was supposed to go to the awesome dizee rascalz concert if any of you punks know who he is. but it was unfortunately sold out. i got an email a week ago saying that it was almost sold out. but as per usual i left things until the last minute to get the shit done. so instead i go the sneaky dees on college to go see some super crappy girl band that actually made me laugh. i was like ' crap, how can people get a way with this?'. fortunatly there was some awesome, uhmm, i dunno 'hardcore???' band that came on next that renewed my faith in independent concerts. it was six ways to rawkin although i couldn't understand their lyrics. my drug dealer assured me that they were quite intellectual as one of the of the band members was an astrophyscists, another an PHD student in history, and another in some other sort of impressive pursuit.
sadly at the end of the nite i saw my friend who said that the dizzee rascalz show was dope to the trope, alhtough the lighting was disco-esque, i wish it weren't sold out. shoot. okay well i go back there on tuesday for cheap priced fa-jitas. beer there is cheap to boot, nothing wrong about this place eh?

okay joke time!
a bit on the un-racially tolerant side, but this was told to me by a pakistani individual himself....

so these two pakistani brothers move to canada and decide that they should become as canadian as possible, so they set up a contest to see who can become as canadian as possible by the end of the year period.

so a year passes and they meet up in some middlefucknowhere town like scarberia.
the first one sez, ' hey look at me! i drink beer, i've got a beer t-shirt, i love hockey, i have maple syrup every morning, and make fun of americans'

so the second one sez, ' fucking paki!!!'