Photo taken by my learned brother during a recent trip to the homeland. Why yes, I am happy that I no longer live in Dawson Creek - why do you ask?
Photo taken by my learned brother during a recent trip to the homeland. Why yes, I am happy that I no longer live in Dawson Creek - why do you ask?
Amen brother.
If that was Winnipeg, the photo would be at the beer vendor.
Lived in Dawson Creek for a year and hated every minute of it.
Tyler, I spent an hour at Sir Winston Churchill Square waiting for either a bus or a cab. When I did get a cab, I had to cross the street to do it.
Toronto has spolied me.
Sure.
Gloat, why don’t you.
Dawson Creek - is that where they make that TV show?
Ha. Dawson Crick. What a hellhole…
Keep this site going, even if you’ve absolutely had it with our shitty team of choice. I show your blog to my whip-smart hockey-hating foreign wife, and she laughs, if only because you work the language so well. It’s really funny a lot of the time, and I’ve learned an absolute ton of hockey shit (though you’re wrong more often than you and the acolytes will admit). Nevertheless:
Thanks, man.
Happy new year.
Same to you Pete.
On the topic of language: I read a description of someone as “fatter than a porpoise” recently. Even though it doesn’t really make a ton of sense, I love it. If only I’d read this before Penner came to the end of his fat phase, I would have made good use of it.