Went to czech out the Habs/Leafs game. Great game, not just because of the result either. Dunno if anyone watched it on TV or if this was even shown (I imagine it was) but they did a huge tribute to Pat Burns before the game.
Anyway, after the game me and my brother went to this bar called the London Pub. $11 pitchers of Keith's, so a pretty slick deal. Anyway, while there we met this Swiss guy named Rolf. He was drinking alone at the bar and had just arrived in Canada two days before so we took it upon ourselves to introduce him to Canada.
So we start by getting him absolutely hammered. But we make sure to go stereotypical with more Keith's and shots of Canadian Club. So we are all absolutely smashed, but the bar is about to close and we have to go. So we go to one of my brother's friend's places to chill for a bit and we bring Rolf. So we get there and we have another drink. All she had was fucking Smirnoff Ice though. Anyway, eventually we're rolling joints and I'm packing up my pipe and we ask Rolf if he wants to join us. He says that he's never smoked before so he's gonna pass and we're not dicks so we respect his choice y'know? So we're smoking and chatting and all of a sudden Rolf asks to try it. So I hand him my pipe and he takes a huge hit. I am not exactly sure what happened after that because it's a bit of a blur. But I do know this much. None of us have any idea what happened to Rolf. Nobody can recall speaking to him after he took that hit and nobody recalls seeing him leave either.
I seriously hope he's okay. There are some rough parts of Montreal that you might not want to be around at like 4 am. But still, funny. I hope he remembers that and goes back to Switzerland and tells the people he knows about the two Canadian brothers who got him absolutely destroyed and hopefully showed him a good time.
Canadian Ambassador monkeystyle.
Anyway, after the game me and my brother went to this bar called the London Pub. $11 pitchers of Keith's, so a pretty slick deal. Anyway, while there we met this Swiss guy named Rolf. He was drinking alone at the bar and had just arrived in Canada two days before so we took it upon ourselves to introduce him to Canada.
So we start by getting him absolutely hammered. But we make sure to go stereotypical with more Keith's and shots of Canadian Club. So we are all absolutely smashed, but the bar is about to close and we have to go. So we go to one of my brother's friend's places to chill for a bit and we bring Rolf. So we get there and we have another drink. All she had was fucking Smirnoff Ice though. Anyway, eventually we're rolling joints and I'm packing up my pipe and we ask Rolf if he wants to join us. He says that he's never smoked before so he's gonna pass and we're not dicks so we respect his choice y'know? So we're smoking and chatting and all of a sudden Rolf asks to try it. So I hand him my pipe and he takes a huge hit. I am not exactly sure what happened after that because it's a bit of a blur. But I do know this much. None of us have any idea what happened to Rolf. Nobody can recall speaking to him after he took that hit and nobody recalls seeing him leave either.
I seriously hope he's okay. There are some rough parts of Montreal that you might not want to be around at like 4 am. But still, funny. I hope he remembers that and goes back to Switzerland and tells the people he knows about the two Canadian brothers who got him absolutely destroyed and hopefully showed him a good time.
Canadian Ambassador monkeystyle.