|A glowing pirate ship? At Burning Man? What will they think of next?|
|God dammit rich people, you ruin everything!|
|This, on the other hand is cricket.|
That stuff I described? It's not this.
I say in theory because anyone who says they'd turn down an air conditioned RV with hot water and a full kitchen in favor of the true Burning Man experience of an alkali dust shellac and the constant threat of dehydration is a goddamn liar.
|If this is what you're camping in at the burn, I hate you. Also, can I come over?|
|Skinny pants? Check. Beards? Check. |
Google glass? Double check.
|FEMA should helicopter these guys into disaster zones to raise morale.|
|I'm referring of course to bilingual|
gratitude. You say 'thank you' and 'merci.'
These are Canadians after all.
You're probably wondering what in the name of hell poutine is and why should you care. You see, poutine is french fries smothered in gravy and cheese curds, and you should care because poutine is french fries smothered in gravy and chesse curds. It's hot, it's salty and when someone hands you a paper dish of the stuff at 1 a.m. you get down on your knees and thank them. Properly. You know what I mean, it's that good.