Well, its that time of the day again, where I begin my lovely six hour bus tour to Fort McMurray. For those that aren't familiar with my migration patterns, I work way up north and every week I have to take a painful commute to get there. Horrible things happen when you're stuck on a bus in a cramped seat, suffering nicotine withdrawl, things that I will not publish out of respect for readers. As far as I'm concerned, cyrogenic technology needs to be improved big time so they can just ship us there in a freezer.
My Chinese-Canadian pal Jerry posted some pictures of the zoo we went to on Saturday, and aside from the Ninja Monkeys, he pretty much captured the essence of the trip, which you can see here.
And now for teh funny, cause I'm not in a hilarious happy go-lucky mood right now in the hours leading up to my commute:
-- A nervous man sits in the hospital waiting room as the doctor walks in holding a tiny baby wrapped in a blanket. "Mr. Jones, it's time to meet your new son."
The man stands up with a big smile, tears of joy and happiness well up in his eyes. It is the most wonderful moment of his life. As they walk toward each other the doctor stumbles and drops the baby on the hard waiting room floor.
"Oh my god!" the father cries, "What have you done!?!? That's my baby!"
"Relax," says the doctor. "I was just messing with you. He was stillborn."
Har Har, laaaaaaaaaaaaaaates
