RicardoObviouso

i know. gotta listen though, she in partial control of 1/3 of my life.

i call her a lot of things. but not that (ever).

do you have one of those 5 gallon purses?

it was on my wish list every christmas for many years. now i have one! except she likes to be called "executive assistant"

oh that was fucking brutal.

when i lived with my parents, i required my own telephone line. my mum was great at taking messages, but terrible at passing them on/making them accessible. a friend would call on thursday or so and i wouldnt get the message until MAYBE sunday night.

not just dogs and cats, dogs and KITTENS. at least cats can stick up for themselves.

theres a night bus in vancouver. i took it once with a couple girls i met because they thought "the driving alternative" was a waste of money. tons of drunks -- no puking. either people in vancouver handle their liquor better, or they puke first... because i never hear about puke on transit.

i feel sorry for whoever discovered this.

i think you have to not change out of it the entire time.

whoa. your dog killed two of your cats? thats insane. what kind of dog is it? i had a rotty/shep that got hit by a car on this past christmas eve. also one of my buddies' dog went after their other dog right in front of me about 3 weeks ago. i had to pull the one dog off of the other one, which proved to be quite difficult, and if i wouldnt have, it would have been certain death.

you're supposed to not kill anyone?

in the suburbs mission, you gotta open the back door of the truck across the street from the house, kill both fbi agents, take one of their uniforms and stop the surveillace tape from recording. the rest is easy.

last night i had a dream that my best friend moved into my aunt's basement suite. he has this old '89 GMC Jimmy that hes been talking about restoring and converting into an offroad truck. anyways, in the dream he told me that he was putting it for sale tomorrow. i guess i didnt like that too much, so i employed this kid we both gave a rough time in highschool (who we were apparently friends with now) to help me steal the truck and vandalize the interior. we got at it right in his driveway with exacto knives carving up the seats and dashboard. i realized we were in plain view of his house, so decided to leave. i got out and pushed the truck while darren steered and momentum took us away. the funny thing was, we ended up near his old house (which was about 5-10km away) and couldnt find a good place to ditch the truck. somehow at this point i had a few beers in me and one in my hand, i turned a corner and went up a hill (still with the engine not on) and a cop came up behind me, lights on. all of a sudden we were surrounded by cops, there were a couple on the roof across the street pointing shot guns, and one RIGHT in front of the truck with a sniper rifle. i got out of the truck, got arrested and taken away. on the way to the "lougheed community police station" i asked what i was being arrested for, he told me the truck had been reported stolen, then i remembered i told my buddy to report it stolen just in case someone saw the for sale sign and stole it. i told them i knew the owner and it was a mistake, the cop said "i know, but i have to take you down to the station" on the way there, we encounter something that looked like road work, but really it was some engineers parting a huge field to make way for two battleships and an aircraft carrier that had to make an 8-point turn to leave. i dont remember a chunk, but the next thing i do remember was explaining the story to my mum, who was at my aunts house, then going downstairs and telling my buddy, who had been woken up by the police. my story was that i stole it and tore it up because i didnt think he'd be able to sell it and he'd get more money for writing it off. he was all happy, until i told him we were drinking and then he got mad because i didnt invite him. then i woke up.

if you mean picks, they werent going to get anything better than 2nd round. trading elite players gets teams 1st round picks. they did it to free up cap room.

thats beautiful.

no. 3 rights make a 3rd right. har har har

toyota corolla, yaris, honda civic, hyundai elantra, accent. all of those will run anyone with decent credit around 180-250 a month. lancer is a nice car, but only if you get the top model. the entry level ones use cheaper paint and different components. tons of complaints about transmission/transfer case and paint chipping.

yeah i only play naked twister alone when im drunk.... and in front of a mirror

my buddy had it, and i played it like mad at his place, and on my way home from playing it, i stopped into a game store, bought it, and havent even taken it out of the package yet, and its been just over a month. i think the excitement of playing it with a friend is what makes it appealing.

no. pro bono is the best way to showcase your expertise when you have no refferal list. because "why should i do business with you?" is a VERY common question, and when you dont have an aswer, 'because its free' is the only response that will get you the client.

whoa whoa whoa. whats happening here (i dont want to click the link). they make him drink some stuff til he pukes, then lick up the puke?

i'm a very non imposing person. i have dropped some serious one-liners with cops and other officials and they can laugh and joke back. the only place i keep my mouth shut is the airport.

buddy. any contractor who doesnt get cash up front is a terrible business person. in my business, consultations arent free. you swipe the fucking card before you even see my office. i know i'm getting off topic here, but the problem is that no one does work for free anymore. you want something? PAY ME. and that leads to the other problem; robbing peter to pay paul. contractors will take your money for your new retaining wall or sun deck to finish the other guys golf green backyard or gazebo. anyways, now that the whole contractor thing is settled, back to the hitman thing. i think a few pro bono missions will get the ball rolling on your career as a hitman.

i was drunk.