It’s a no-win situation. It’s an impossible can’t-win situation. It’s a fucking futile fight. You’ll end up wasting your time. As well, you’ll be left with an abundant amount of frustration … hair pulling fucking frustration!! Retardedness vs. Intelligence is a Goddamn no-brainer here!! Fuck, it’s so lop-sided there should be a mercy rule equivalent!! I challenge anyone …you take Einstein, Hawking, and Edison combined … and I’ll take the motherfucking retard … we’ll see who wins!!

Roberto Duran was my favourite boxer when I was a kid growing up. He was arguably one of the greatest ever, of all time. He always controlled the ring, dictating the fight. He was relentless in his punishing pursuit. He was a true warrior, a true macho man, and he continually came hard at you, throwing those motherfucking haymakers!! Man, could he fucking hit!! For me this was boxing’s heyday, days that we’ll never see again, but it sure is great to relive them and remember how awesome they were. Roberto … te respeto mucho!!

A blast of wicked winter weather had me wearing my tuque for the first time this year as I was snow-shoveling peacefully early in the morning with nary a soul in sight. I love shoveling snow(apparently, at times love shoveling shit too …lol), it’s very relaxing, and gives me a chance to think about things. Which gets me back to tuque, and how uniquely Canadian the word is. It is the only word to use… correctly that is for its intended definition. Can you believe those fucking retarded, dumb-ass Americans call it a stocking cap? Now why the fuck would I want to wear a sock on my head? Makes no fucking sense!! Sounds so disgustingly filthy too!! I mean socks are for feet, and come in pairs, not as a single sock. So strange, so weird … eh?

Can someone save me? \’Cause I don\’t think I can

I’ve come too far to turn around

It’s hard to reach for you when I’m laying face down

I carried my soul I’m lost, I’m lost in a moment

Laying face down

WTF? Is this a kinder, gentler, version of me? I’ve noticed that while I’ve being using my favourite “motherfucker” a lot, that I haven’t being using my also favourite “retard” or “douche-bag” at all!! What’s up with that? OMG, the world just ain’t right if I don’t throw in a fucking retard, or douche-bag into my blog every so often!! I promise to remedy this motherfucking pronto!!

I should have payed tribute to you much, much sooner. You were my absolute favourite when I was doing my horse racing thing. You were one bad-ass motherfucker!! Even your name was motherfucking bad-ass!! I mean, Holy Bull … it just sounds impressive, it just connotes superiority, it just exudes greatness … it just don’t get any better than that!! You were simply the best. You were without equal. Nobody compared to you then … nobody compares to you since!!

Holy Bull winning like a champion with devastating ease!!!! Holy Bull toying with the best horses in training!!!!

God, I motherfucking love Tom Durkin’s stretch call … gives me them chills that I love!!

Once again Google shows why it is the leader in their field.

google greatness

Innovativeness such as this is what separates them from their hapless competitors!! I can’t believe they don’t have a 100% stranglehold on the search engine market share?!! I tried the other 2 … you know who I mean … the ones with the pauper’s share, mainly to see what they had to offer, and in a way test them, only to be extremely disappointed with the results. Their paltry, meager share of the pie makes me wonder why they continue to even compete with such superiority? Thank you Google, I would be lost without you … literally!!

don’t I belong to you baby? and don’t you know that nothing can tear us apart?

telling you that I liked you right from the start

the more I want you even the less I get ain’t that just the ways things are

come to me run to me do and be done with me

dying is easy it\’s living that scares me to death

don’t I exist for you? don’t I still live for you?

everything I possess given with tenderness wrapped in a ribbon of glass

cold is the color of crystal the snow light that falls from the heavenly skies

catch me and let me dive under for I want to swim in the pools of your eyes

Can you even call it a brewski when it costs this fucking much? LCBO has imported only 30 cases of 12 bottles (360 bottles, that’s it, the total allotment)… 330 ml size too. Not those special release, big assed bottles that they are sometimes known for either. Now, I’ve purchased many, many, expensive beers before. Many exceptional, high quality beers. But, nothing even remotely comes close to this one on the mucho dinero scale!! The price? A motherfucking, jaw-dropping $18.95 … per bottle !!!!!!!!!!!! … and I know I say motherfucking a lot in my blog, but if any occasion warrants the use of motherfucking … it’s motherfucking now … puh-leeze!! To put that into perspective, it’s equivalent to purchasing a half sack (geez , a 6-pack … I hope by now y’all now know this too) of Victory Prima Pils for $14.95 which I’ve previously posted about and paying an extra $4 for this beer and, and, then having the LCBO removing the Prima Pils from your purchase, leaving you with this single, lone beer!! Can you fucking imagine that? Well, I’ve being desperately utilizing all of my resources, trying to locate a solo bottle … but alas, sadly, so far at least ,to no avail, but keep your fingers crossed, wish me luck, and we’ll see how this turns out. Hey!! … I mean, I wouldn’t be danistrulytheman if I let this opportunity pass me by without making a full-fledged effort trying to get my hands on what may be the world’s most costliest beer … until the next one comes around at least. Oh, btw, the beer is from Scotland and it’s called Ola Dubh 40!!

won\’t you come and save me? save me

I’m the man in the box, buried in my shit.

Talk about a breakdown in procedural protocol. Talk about the ultimate national security breach. What a farce. What an embarrassment. Heads surely will roll, thanks to this latest hoax … it’s ‘Balloon Boy’ all over again. Everybody wants to be a celebrity, their own reality show, their 15 minutes of fame … so pathetic!!

intravenous intertwined, why\’d you have to go and let it die?

A heart of gold but it lost its pride. Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes.

I’ve seen your face in another light.  Why’d you have to go and let it die?

Why’d you have to go and let it die? Why’d you have to go and let it die?

In too deep and out of time. Why’d you have to go and let it die?

Why’d you have to go and let it die? Why’d you have to go and let it die?

Why’d you have to go and let it die? In too deep and out of time.

Why’d you have to go and let it die?

In too deep and lost in time. Why’d you have to go and let it die?

Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes. Why’d you have to go and let it die?

Why’d you have to go and let this die? Why’d you have to go and let this die?

Why’d you have to go and let this die? Why’d you have to go and let this die?

Why’d you have to go and let it die?

That was the WestJet ad that appeared on the front page of The Toronto Star awhile back, maybe 1-2 weeks ago. Being curious, I went to their site and found that they did have these flights, and they were readily available … oh, and it was even cheaper – 8 bucks less a penny – $7.99. But, here’s the thing, it sounds incredibly cheap, and it is, but with taxes and fees it comes to $80.91 … so it ain’t exactly a burger, fries and a drink as you’d think. Oh, and to get back home, the price isn’t simply doubled as I thought. And, it’s not “let’s leave danistrulytheman’s sad, sorry, stranded ass in Jersey till he pays us through the motherfucking nose to get home” either as I also thought (I’m so cynical, suspicious, eh? Hahaha). It’s actually even cheaper – only $7 to return … and here’s the kicker … with taxes+fees it totals a whopping, paltry sum of $18.10!! WTF?!! My comments are, “Now, that’s a great fucking deal!!” … “What the fuck is up with the exorbitant gouging getting to AC?” and “Can someone please, please teleport me to Atlantic City?” … I’ll find my own way home!!

I purchased this at the LCBO about a week ago, along with 10 bottles of nouveau wines that they just released. Oh, and before I get to the beer story, let me say that it’s a mad rush to get any of these wines. It’s like Cabbage Patch Dolls, or Tickle Me Elmo … but for grown-ups with a hankering for booze. Luckily I went early, but still I had to run around to 3 more stores to track down everything I wanted, and still missed out on one of the Italian offerings that immediately sold out. Ok, now the beer part. I had to ask the employee for it (they didn’t have it displayed on the shelves yet). We walked together to the warehouse area and through the door … and there they were, just behind it actually – how convenient? I saw about half a dozen stacked unopened cases, and she simultaneously started opening the top one and asking me how many bottles I wanted. How many bottles? She obviously was oblivious to its price. I said to her that since each bottle was almost 10 bucks …$9.60 to be precise, that “I’d stick with just one … spank you very much!!” – ok, so I didn’t say that, but you get what I mean. She couldn’t fucking believe it, nor can I even now truthfully. Granted it’s a 650 ml bottle, but still, I mean c’mon give a regular guy, a hard working stiff a fucking break … lol!! I really like experimenting with these high quality beers, so maybe I should just bite my tongue and grin and bear it. All, I need now is a reason to crack it open and drink it … and from what I’ve read, it’s way too much for one person, much too sweet and rich, so it’d be nice to share. Any takers?

Just like sunny days that we ignored because we’re all dumb and jaded

And I hope to God I figure out what\’s wrong

Never thought I would forget this hate
Then a phone call made me realize I’m wrong

So, I’m back to drinking these bad boys … not that I necessarily stopped … because I hadn’t. Must admit that I’m a little surprised for not posting earlier about my absolute favourite beer. As far as an everyday, easy drinking beer goes, this is without equal… nothing, absolutely nothing beats this one!! Cheers!!

Always seem to be wondering why there’s nothing going down here

It seems to me I can live my life a lot better than I think I am

Winter’s onset traditionally signifies the end of my barbecue season until spring. But, I must say there was a time when that wasn’t the case and I used to grill all year round. Now, I clean my Weber, and store it, protecting it from unnecessary exposure to Canada’s harsh winter. And frankly, I’m not keen on indoor grilling either, as the results aren’t remotely close to the authentic method … not to mention the smokiness, and greasiness that invariably fills the air. This year, I thought I would remedy that by constructing a hibachi made with an old roasting pan, and the cast iron grate from my electric indoor DeLonghi grill. To my amazement the fit was perfect, well almost. These are hot Italian sausages that I grilled in the morning for dinner’s preparation of my baked sausage, spigazzouli, onions, yellow peppers, cremini mushrooms, jumbo pitted olives, sliver sliced garlic, and my homemade fresh oregano, fresh rosemary tomato sauce, topped with freshly grated Romano Lupa. Of course, this is my recipe … what else would you expect? Anyways, here’s a few pics, along with a pic of the pasta I used … the exact brand and packaging too!!

There is a very fine line between nailing it … and getting nailed!!

I didn’t know which one was the better quote, so I reversed and re-posted!! That’s my prerogative motherfuckers … cuz them my words!!

Sometimes what separates perfection, doing a great job and screwing the pooch, fucking up royally, is a motherfucking cunt hair!!