Weekend Recap: No Satisfaction For Young Men

Fri(ed chicken)day

‘Nuff said.

Okay, the fried chicken was Popeyes.

Saturday

Worked a bit. Did many, so many loads of laundry. I have dozens of socks, yet only two feet.

Whilst checking my emails, I was overwhelmed by the number of emails I receive with promises of penis enlargement. It seems as though I receive more and more each day. When will these spammers realize my dick is big enough. I have never received any complaints about the length, girth or stamina of my wang. I want these emails to stop.

I also starting thinking about what sort of emails women receive. I wonder if women get female versions of spam. Any ladies out there, do you receive spam emails with wild promises of breast enlargement or some sort of vaginal modification? If not, please leave your email in the comments section of this blog. Thank you very much.

I finally saw No Country For Old Men. Will somebody please explain to me why this movie is anything more than okay.

At night, a bunch of people met up at Boston’s apartment. After which we went to a bar called The Unicorn. I know what you’re thinking. Is that some gay bar or all-male dancer strip club? Knowing that this bar was Boston’s choice, I thought it was. But it wasn’t. It was just some generic pub. The service was absolutely horrible. I was standing at the bar, trying to get the attention of one of the bartenders only to see them drinking with a couple of the patrons. Three bartenders, three chances not to turn me into a big tipper. There’s plenty of bars in that part of town, maybe I should go to the Duke of Kent next time. Long story short, looking for a place to drink in Toronto’s Yonge & Eglinton area, fuck The Unicorn.

Sunday

Lazy and relaxing day. I hung out with Juice, listened to some music, drank some orange juice, ate a couple of donuts. Absolutely exciting Sunday.