Hate: Canada. I never really had any qualms with Canada until pretty recently, but since these events I've moved from indifference to hatred. I hated in Europe when Canadian travelers would put a canadian flag on everything they owned, because god forbid someone mistook them for an American. Who cares that much? If it really matters to someone, just tell them you're Canadian, you don't have to parade it around. And anyway, people all say they hate America/Americans (although I don't know why, it't not like we're stuck up douches who patch the American flag all over all our crap) but in reality, most of them are full of shit. OK everyone, you guys didn't like Bush. Get the fuck over it. Lots of us didn't like him either. Move on. What may have been worse than the Canadians with the flags and pins and tattoos and whatever all over the place, were the Americans who did that so they could pretend they were Canadian. Have some freaking self respect. That annoyed me about Canada, but I would not have gone so far as to say I hated them yet. This all changed when my brother and I had to take an impromptu trip up to Toronto. He had a DUI at the the time, so I was driving. We get to the Canadian boarder...and they wouldn't let us in. They said he was banned FOR 10 YEARS. What. The. Fuck. Who do you think you are, Canada?? That is preposterous and that's pretty much all I can say about it. Look where it has landed you? My hate blog.
Love: Hats. I am a hat person. They make me happy. Also, when I haven't showered in a while, they are the best thing in the world. If I'm ever wearing a baseball cap, I am probably soo greasy under there. But no one would ever know thanks to my trusty hat. Well now some of you know. But most people.
Love,
theGrump
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