OK, I'll bite...
They use all five vowels plus y in alphabetical order and use each one only once.
Kevin: More and more and more green.
I knew someone would get it soon. Glad to see you bit, yo.
I made a freakin' epic sandwich just now. I used the majority of ingredients I could find in my fridge. It looks a little something like this:
Bread
Miracle Whip
Bacon
Tomatoes
Mozzarella
Turkey
Butter
Bread
Butter
Lettuce
Cheddar
Roast Beef
Mustard
Bread
This tastes so good, I've had about half, but I'm full. I want to keep eating it.
OH and also, I cut it DIAGONALLY. Everyone knows that sandwiches cut diagonally taste WAY better than those cut horizontally and/or vertically. It's the truth. A truism indeed.
AND AND AND I haven't eaten much all day, so I was hungry, so it tastes even BETTER!
Oh my god best sandwich I have ever had.
I made a freakin' epic sandwich just now. I used the majority of ingredients I could find in my fridge. It looks a little something like this:
Bread
Miracle Whip
Bacon
Tomatoes
Mozzarella
Turkey
Butter
Bread
Butter
Lettuce
Cheddar
Roast Beef
Mustard
Bread
This tastes so good, I've had about half, but I'm full. I want to keep eating it.
OH and also, I cut it DIAGONALLY. Everyone knows that sandwiches cut diagonally taste WAY better than those cut horizontally and/or vertically. It's the truth. A truism indeed.
AND AND AND I haven't eaten much all day, so I was hungry, so it tastes even BETTER!
Oh my god best sandwich I have ever had.
- Kevin R.
F = G*((m1*m2)/r^2)
Know thy enemy.
F = G*((m1*m2)/r^2)
Know thy enemy.
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HackyRichard
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Everyone KNOWS you should cut a sandwhich diagonally!!
Alrght, I'm doing this shit in alphabetical order. I expect and require you to look at all of them!
Styley Reile! Picture may not be actual size.
It took me like 8 seconds to figure out why Jarrett's hand looked so big.
Bob and his new friend at the finals.
Brian Mckenzie. This picture is weird. It looks like he's playing Scrabble while on some kind of drug.
Busload of shredders. There's just as many in front of me.
Heh.
Nate's not always murderous. He's usually a nice guy.
Evan at the internet cafe, hitting y'all up with some of that sweet sweet world's footage.
Yeah, really, I still don't know what was going on here.
Loren Baum. Enough said.
Juan is the best.
Juan gets tricky served in 4-Square.
Kind of a cool shot of Loren.
A closer look. Well, not really, that's just how it worked out.
Alright, this was originally intended to be a photo, but my camera was still on the video setting. So instead, I've got about a second of Masa making a face.
Me about an hour after my 3:30am-7am session with Jon Schneider.
My shoes, for those of you that don't know I kick in Pumas.
Another look. No stripe.
Dave with the pimped out water cooler we saw in the internet cafe. It had digital readouts and shit!
This is the Poutine that John Mahood and I conquered. In case you don't know what Poutine is, it's Fries with Gravy and Mozzarella, and it's good. Brad Nelson challenged John to finish what was left in 20 seconds...it took BOTH of us 3 full minutes to finish it.
The Rialto Theatre where all the competitions went down. The lighting on the floor was a joke, but the stage was good.
This was taken later, after the allnight session with Jon. Notice I'm lying down. I passed out soon after.
This town is on the way from Ottawa to Montreal. I thought it was funny.
This is my Westjet colouring sheet that I finished on the way back to Edmonton. I only had Red, Yellow, and Blue crayons. Damn I'm good.
This next one deserves to be on this page itself:
Alright. This is the morning after another allnighter, with both Rickys, Conner, Lisa and Chad. This stoner zombie guy shows up and just stands there watching us shred (Well, "them" shred. I was tired.)
Ricky Moran is like, "You want in?" The guy made this gesture and noise that kinda resmbled a nod and yes, so Ricky tossed the bag to him. He watched it bounce off his foot, and then just stood there staring at the bag on the ground. Sooooo fargone.
At one point, the guy took off his shirt, looked at it, and then put it back on. Makes sense to me.
So Chad's like, "Man, I want to get my picture taken with this guy." I grab my bag, pull out my camera.
Chad says, "No no, man you can't pull this off!"
"Yeah, it's cool, we can do it!"
Now keep in mind it's like 6am, and no one's gotten sleep.
So Chad leans in, I focus the camera, and we're both trying our fucking hardest not to laugh. Here's the picture:
Afterwards, Chad couldn't stop laughing. I was in tears.
Oh man, good times with the Montreal locals.
Styley Reile! Picture may not be actual size.
It took me like 8 seconds to figure out why Jarrett's hand looked so big.
Bob and his new friend at the finals.
Brian Mckenzie. This picture is weird. It looks like he's playing Scrabble while on some kind of drug.
Busload of shredders. There's just as many in front of me.
Heh.
Nate's not always murderous. He's usually a nice guy.
Evan at the internet cafe, hitting y'all up with some of that sweet sweet world's footage.
Yeah, really, I still don't know what was going on here.
Loren Baum. Enough said.
Juan is the best.
Juan gets tricky served in 4-Square.
Kind of a cool shot of Loren.
A closer look. Well, not really, that's just how it worked out.
Alright, this was originally intended to be a photo, but my camera was still on the video setting. So instead, I've got about a second of Masa making a face.
Me about an hour after my 3:30am-7am session with Jon Schneider.
My shoes, for those of you that don't know I kick in Pumas.
Another look. No stripe.
Dave with the pimped out water cooler we saw in the internet cafe. It had digital readouts and shit!
This is the Poutine that John Mahood and I conquered. In case you don't know what Poutine is, it's Fries with Gravy and Mozzarella, and it's good. Brad Nelson challenged John to finish what was left in 20 seconds...it took BOTH of us 3 full minutes to finish it.
The Rialto Theatre where all the competitions went down. The lighting on the floor was a joke, but the stage was good.
This was taken later, after the allnight session with Jon. Notice I'm lying down. I passed out soon after.
This town is on the way from Ottawa to Montreal. I thought it was funny.
This is my Westjet colouring sheet that I finished on the way back to Edmonton. I only had Red, Yellow, and Blue crayons. Damn I'm good.
This next one deserves to be on this page itself:
Alright. This is the morning after another allnighter, with both Rickys, Conner, Lisa and Chad. This stoner zombie guy shows up and just stands there watching us shred (Well, "them" shred. I was tired.)
Ricky Moran is like, "You want in?" The guy made this gesture and noise that kinda resmbled a nod and yes, so Ricky tossed the bag to him. He watched it bounce off his foot, and then just stood there staring at the bag on the ground. Sooooo fargone.
At one point, the guy took off his shirt, looked at it, and then put it back on. Makes sense to me.
So Chad's like, "Man, I want to get my picture taken with this guy." I grab my bag, pull out my camera.
Chad says, "No no, man you can't pull this off!"
"Yeah, it's cool, we can do it!"
Now keep in mind it's like 6am, and no one's gotten sleep.
So Chad leans in, I focus the camera, and we're both trying our fucking hardest not to laugh. Here's the picture:
Afterwards, Chad couldn't stop laughing. I was in tears.
Oh man, good times with the Montreal locals.
- Kevin R.
F = G*((m1*m2)/r^2)
Know thy enemy.
F = G*((m1*m2)/r^2)
Know thy enemy.
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