~first night on handicam~
-next day
-we want to find a place with a shower
HOW TO OWN CANADA
-Hey, do you take real money? (flash Benjamin)
-Non.
-Oh, so you want this play money? (drop random unAmerican bills on counter)
-Oui.
-I can't wait to vote for McCain in the election.
the customs dudes were dicks. they didn't believe we were american. in canada they let us watch while they searched the car. in america they didn't let us watch and when we got back we noticed marks all along the passenger side of the car that we hadn't seen before. the dude who was questioning us hated me because i was laughing the whole time. he asked me what was funny and i didn't respond. he asked me if i wore my tshirt in front of my parents. i told him i hadn't seen my parents since i'd been given it. he gave me my shit back and then i put it in my flannel pocket. then he asked me what was in my pocket. i told him it was the things he just examined and then dared him to call me out on it. he let me go.
~then to beatrice~
2 comments:
yes!
I got a china town cameo.
holla!
come back soon!
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