No Ordinary Rollercoaster
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| Blog Name: | No Ordinary Rollercoaster |
| Url: | http://www.benjaminboudreau.ca |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | humour, sarcasm, halifax |
| Description: | What do you get when you take two temperamental wiener puppies, two homos and one unsuspecting land of suburbia? I'll tell you when I find out. |
| Popularity: | 117 Followers |
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Final Destination: Full Frontal
The universe wants the entire neighbourhood to see our junk.Junk in the biblical sense...I'll let you mull that one over for a minute...Of all the things that I've accomplished in my life, the one that continues to haunt me is this post. I am frequently -
The universe wants the entire neighbourhood to see our junk.Junk in the biblical sense...I'll let you mull that one over for a minute...Of all the things that I've accomplished in my life, the one that continues to haunt me is this post. I am frequently -
Boob Tuesday #2
Boob Tuesday this week can be found here.If you forgot what all this is about, on January 30th I am 1) doing six hours of consecutive exercise, 2) breaking two Guinness World Records, 3) hanging with Richard Simmons, 4) doing it all in short shorts to raise money for breast health. You can also now
Boob Tuesday this week can be found here.If you forgot what all this is about, on January 30th I am 1) doing six hours of consecutive exercise, 2) breaking two Guinness World Records, 3) hanging with Richard Simmons, 4) doing it all in short shorts to raise money for breast health. You can also now
Flossin' my Ice
Like all good folks in advertising, many of my long hours, blackberry-induced physio treatments waiting to happen, and priorities so jumbled that some weeks I need to schedule in number twos, are all justified by those one or two shining moments that make me feel like Don Draper.You know...during the episodes where he drinks scotch and bangs all them 1960s hoes. Not the episodes where he's all tortured and crying and flashbacking and blah blah blah. Those ones are lame. Let's remember, advertising = banging hoes.
Like all good folks in advertising, many of my long hours, blackberry-induced physio treatments waiting to happen, and priorities so jumbled that some weeks I need to schedule in number twos, are all justified by those one or two shining moments that make me feel like Don Draper.You know...during the episodes where he drinks scotch and bangs all them 1960s hoes. Not the episodes where he's all tortured and crying and flashbacking and blah blah blah. Those ones are lame. Let's remember, advertising = banging hoes.
Boob Tuesday: #1
It was a pub crawl and I was nineteen. It was the very first stop: the university bar. While that might sound good to you, my university - while offering a wonderful education - is largely considered the ugly, flat stepsister of all the cool post-secondaries in the city.No offense to all the ugly, flat stepsisters out there.I was surrounded by great friends - some that I went to high school with, some that I met in university who would become roommates and one who had the best damn rack I've seen.They were perfect. Round. High. Bouncy. Proportional. And right in front of me.The mood was perfect for a first stop. Easy-going,
It was a pub crawl and I was nineteen. It was the very first stop: the university bar. While that might sound good to you, my university - while offering a wonderful education - is largely considered the ugly, flat stepsister of all the cool post-secondaries in the city.No offense to all the ugly, flat stepsisters out there.I was surrounded by great friends - some that I went to high school with, some that I met in university who would become roommates and one who had the best damn rack I've seen.They were perfect. Round. High. Bouncy. Proportional. And right in front of me.The mood was perfect for a first stop. Easy-going,
Art Rising
"It's a fundraiser. For art. You'll need to dress up."Every boyfriend's worst nightmare?You bet your sweet ass.Needless to say, when I had the chance to go to a super secret party - the location of which wasn't to be announced until twelve hours prior to the start - I outsourced my date in the form of my cousin the
"It's a fundraiser. For art. You'll need to dress up."Every boyfriend's worst nightmare?You bet your sweet ass.Needless to say, when I had the chance to go to a super secret party - the location of which wasn't to be announced until twelve hours prior to the start - I outsourced my date in the form of my cousin the
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