Jack Frost

I would automatically say "marry me", but.... Erm... I'll just say I won't cross you ever for the whole playoff season at least. I'm crying that even an Aussie sees this coming. Deal with it since after all, a bunch of "wimpies" just brought you to the seventh game now. hehehe I'm in a glass case of emotion. Girl, if I have the money, I would send you a real Habs jersey. Loving your support. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Dream on. Vancouver has very shitty alcohol and clubbing laws. And you know it. Yeah... You mad? Jack Layton's mustache*

You better f**king believe it. To the rest of you all, not including Montreal in your list, the finger is dedicated to you all. You might as well suck on my yummy poutine-layered stick. A bigger photo.

Adrian lives in Montreal whereas Ben and Steph are still in the mountains of Pennsylvania. So it might take some time for Adrian to come back in the story, methinks.

Of course, mental torture is just one of my speciality. It'll be out soon enough. I just need to look at my previous chapters and fix any holes (there were some). You'll just have to wait a bit longer... hehehehe

As far as my memory is concerned, I showed some gayness until I was only five. When I was a boy, Dad left his porn next to the couch by accident. I was just looking at dicks mostly and it never really came to my mind. Hell, it didn't hit me when I got my first blowjob at age of eight or nine... Too bad he turned out straight now since he's cute. When I was about 13, I ran into some gay porn (don't ask how)... then it finally hit me and made sense. Unfortunately I didn't accept it until I was 17.

Obviously you're an amateur when dealing with "wintry conditions". Ever heard of gloves with open-ended fingertips? Or mittens with a flap to expose your fingers? Just so that you can use your sweet ipod properly as you run.

Use gloves. I don't think anyone is going to think twice if you wear a t-shirt and shorts with that... They'll understand.

Whereas I was smart enough to keep the sounds off first and see if I want to hear it.

That's because you have it easy in Vancouver during winter.

4C and I wore just t-shirt + hoodie outside. It's warm now. Relatively. I have friends... MIND YOU!!! ¬¬

Even it says "spring", it'll be still winter until early April. They're calling for snow this weekend. >.< I already had my "spring break" three weeks ago in February... so... Nothing planned. I'm just poor as hell to be doing any travelling.

Vancouver nightlife sucks though. Maybe I have high standards?

Exactly. Three days ago I had to deal with about 50-75 posts about her on my Tumblr dashboard. Memes over memes. I can't get her out of my sodding mind since then...

Isn't it so 2005 now?

"What's the point of making a summary of this book for you that you already read and know?" I said that to my teacher and obviously she didn't like hearing that.

Congrats, bitches. Now I'm off to eat some treats on the table and get some wine at the bar ignoring your acceptance speeches.

This.

1) Condoms doing no matter who, boy or girl (yes, that includes your girlfriend). Dick-eating sex bugs aren't something you would want ever. Keep some in your bag or wallet or whatever. 2) Girlfriend's consent is required. Yes means yes. No means no. Not many things suck more than dealing with a crying pissed off woman who might never trust you again and eventually ditch you. So think carefully on that one if you care for her. 3) People have soul, so common sense of respect do not stay at the door when you get in bed with a person. Even if it's just to get off for one night only. If the person is actually interested in you beyond sex, avoid him/her because it's not the right one. No one really likes a heart-breaking bastard. 4) If you have a girlfriend and he doesn't, why feel insecure? If I were you, I would have something to brag to counter his own bragging and get all holier-than-thou on him. 5) Have a huge dick.

Still makes you an amateur. Skis are for kids. Slap me and you're going to get it. I know where I keep my butcher knife.

The on the right of the picture let you insert it. Even Photobucket got it all ready for you. Skis = amateur. Snowblades ftw.

Note that I was purely joking. You prolly don't even know what is the REAL poutine. They're pure shit whenever I go outside Quebec. Cheese is not supposed to melt. The sauce is not beef or chicken gravy. Esh.

Yes, that's it... we're awesome and Parisians are a bunch of cheese-eating wankers. Not that we're any better considering we've invented poutine. You'll have to look quite back here to see a couple.

Bubbles.... Blossom... ICK!!! CAM!!! THINK MEAN, NOT FAIRY!!! That'd win my heart even more... That book is pure crap though... Too formal and loaded for my taste. How do you know it's a library book? I know I'm just too cheap to buy the actual thing... It's crap, so it's not worth spending $35 on it. hehe It says "French as used in the office" by the way. Merci. :$

It was two until I clicked on it. That thing is not permanent, gingerboy. ;p