Friday, October 24, 2003 :::
 

West Quebec story

It was a dark and stormy night. Skip and the west Quebec mob were liquored up with bourbon, scotch, whisky and beer. I could here them screaming like banshee's into the black moonless night. The rain was pelting down muffling the noise of the cranked metallica next door. Soon I heard a rumbling up my steps and the boys popped their drunken heads into my country kitchen. "hey Mega" skip slurred. "can you drive us in your truck over to the Highway 105 bypass construction site? We want to steal a culvert that would be perfect for the well we want to dig." I thought for a moment and replied "Ahh I don't think thats something I want to get involved with guys." They stared seemingly in disbelief then "Ahh fuck.... well take my car then" And away they tromped to Skips tiny rusty Hyundai pony which they all piled into and rambled out the country road on their late night mission.

I was suprised to say the least when they returned 1/2 hour later with a giant metal culvert at least twice the length of their vehicle strapped to the roof. They pile out and threw the thing off into the bush as the rain pelted down harder than ever. It appeared that the roof had been caved in substantially by the weight of the thing but Skip just looked at the damage and screamed "I don't fuckin care" to no one in particular. Mission accomplished they all vanished next door to continue their thrash metal whiskey binge.

Next day I drove past the job site where the theft had taken place and I saw the cops and construction workers scratching their head at the missing equipment. They leave this stuff lying around because its so big no one thought it could be stolen. Till now.

West Quebec story

::: posted by Mega at 6:03 AM

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