Oh Canada! Thy Home and Native Land.
So yesterday I got to spend time with the bountiful Timmy C. The day consisted in a trip to the doctors, where Iwas released back to work (Does a happy dance) and then lunch at DuClaw which was mighty tasty. We continued our trek through Fells Point stopping at Soundgarden for a fruitless search for Polefolder, and then to El Dog Store to see Amy and for a few seconds a sweaty grumpy Steve. After detaining Amy from her job for a least thirty minutes we cotinued on for our next mission: Operation Drill Another Hole In Sara's Nose Cause the Dumb Doctors Made Her Take It Out For Foot Surgery.
When we reached destintion tattoo parlor we first discuss the possibility of Tim getting a Chinese symbol tattooed on his butt. I suggest the one that translated to "plump". We then inquire about our true mission and I was told sorry can't pierce you with a stud have to use a ring. I didn't think much of it. A ring okay gets the job done and I can switch it in a few weeks. The was until I looked in the mirror upon completion of the operation. "Holy Shit there is a ring in my nose the size of Canada."
All last night I'm looking down my nose. No on purpose but because there is a big silver beacon on my nose forceing me to become cross-eyed.
So now even as I sit here typing I look down and the people of Ontario stare back at me and wave as if to say "How is it going up there. eh?"
When we reached destintion tattoo parlor we first discuss the possibility of Tim getting a Chinese symbol tattooed on his butt. I suggest the one that translated to "plump". We then inquire about our true mission and I was told sorry can't pierce you with a stud have to use a ring. I didn't think much of it. A ring okay gets the job done and I can switch it in a few weeks. The was until I looked in the mirror upon completion of the operation. "Holy Shit there is a ring in my nose the size of Canada."
All last night I'm looking down my nose. No on purpose but because there is a big silver beacon on my nose forceing me to become cross-eyed.
So now even as I sit here typing I look down and the people of Ontario stare back at me and wave as if to say "How is it going up there. eh?"