Zona

Hey dickhead, this aint the autobahn and you aint driving a porsche.

I'm exceeding the posted limit northbound on I-5 from Bellingham. I'm in the fast lane passing cars and some jerkoff comes up behind and gives me the ol' headlight flash. I've got my index on the window roll down switch and the middle is locked and loaded for the repeat. We clear the car in the right lane and me makes his move and passes me on the right.

Bitch please. (I love that phrase)

Butt hole hair is driving one of those not a car and not quite a minivan rolling pieces of caca.

So later I pull up to the gateway to Canada and get the questions.

Where do you live?

Delta.

How long out of Canada?

Three hours.

Value of goods coming into Canada?

Bout $300.

Now you Canadians know what those answers mean to YOU but they don't mean that to me cause I'm SPAYSHUL.

Have a good evening.

Thank you sir.

We were down shopping for the kids in Calgary since I'm bouncing over there next week. We WEREN'T going to spend that much but the toddler section of Target turns us into gramma and grampa and so many things were on sale.

I have orders from the missus to take shit loads of pics so yous guys will probably see some new stuff of me and the future Stanley Cup hoister. Remember though. The kid's playing for the U.S. of A. in the Olympics and Worlds.

So THERE.