Greg's post
Alright. So apparently I'm Dave's bitch. (This is Greg.)
So Dave went to Edmonton last weekend and took many-a-photo whilst aboard the WestJet Plane. When he got home, (well several days later) he had his dream come true and he got the opportunity to Deep-Fry (TM) an entire turkey. He claims it was to celebrate Oak Bay's birthday, but the secret is that the entire idea of cooking in super hot oil drives him wild. Don't ask.
Since photobucket doesn't like to organize photos chronologically, I won't tell you about them in order. On Canada Day we went to Mike's place (even though there's no photos of him) to drink, play Cranium and stumble up Christmas Hill in the dark for some fireworks that were pretty small and not as good as the ones for Oak Bay's birthday. (breath)
But I'm getting ahead of myself here: Dave and Chelsea (and his brother and his peeps) set off a rocket at landsdowne school. I was working so I wasn't there. Not that you care, because the readers of this are Dave's friends, and not mine. Bastards.
yea. there's photos of that.
I think that's it for now. Caption time. AHOY!
Viewer descretion due to gross-ness of depicted deepfried Mars Bar. You have been warned.
mmmmmacro
guess the airport and dave will give you one hundred dollars*
hungry jet wants tastey ferry
these are by request for the east coasters who haven't seen the magical gulf islands
algae bloomage
P4-PHS
rocket madness
the slacking cheerleader
the lackies
Mike's pad. talandra.
duncan demonstrating how two hands are better than one.
Cranium!
turkey time!
the turkey in question.
maccoon
and presto, 45 minutes later you've got yourself one cooked turkey!
And here's what I warned you about. (it tasted way better than it looked.)
* = not really, man.
Anyone hungry?
So Dave went to Edmonton last weekend and took many-a-photo whilst aboard the WestJet Plane. When he got home, (well several days later) he had his dream come true and he got the opportunity to Deep-Fry (TM) an entire turkey. He claims it was to celebrate Oak Bay's birthday, but the secret is that the entire idea of cooking in super hot oil drives him wild. Don't ask.
Since photobucket doesn't like to organize photos chronologically, I won't tell you about them in order. On Canada Day we went to Mike's place (even though there's no photos of him) to drink, play Cranium and stumble up Christmas Hill in the dark for some fireworks that were pretty small and not as good as the ones for Oak Bay's birthday. (breath)
But I'm getting ahead of myself here: Dave and Chelsea (and his brother and his peeps) set off a rocket at landsdowne school. I was working so I wasn't there. Not that you care, because the readers of this are Dave's friends, and not mine. Bastards.
yea. there's photos of that.
I think that's it for now. Caption time. AHOY!
Viewer descretion due to gross-ness of depicted deepfried Mars Bar. You have been warned.
mmmmmacro
guess the airport and dave will give you one hundred dollars*
hungry jet wants tastey ferry
these are by request for the east coasters who haven't seen the magical gulf islands
algae bloomage
P4-PHS
rocket madness
the slacking cheerleader
the lackies
Mike's pad. talandra.
duncan demonstrating how two hands are better than one.
Cranium!
turkey time!
the turkey in question.
maccoon
and presto, 45 minutes later you've got yourself one cooked turkey!
And here's what I warned you about. (it tasted way better than it looked.)
* = not really, man.
Anyone hungry?