When you see it, you probably won't shit bricks

It’s not rare to see a deer wandering around in Salt Lake City. The other day, I rode through a vast cemetary that’s tightly surrounded by a fence (I know how tight it is cause I was trying to find a shortcut through the cemetery and pretty much had to exit where I came in). In 2 minutes I saw 9 deers hanging around.

I’m not sure how they got there and if they’ll ever leave,

here’s 5 of them enjoying a quiet afternoon:


And 4 more:


Shit I get in the mail #2

Il n’est pas rare qu’au milieu du courrier, parmis les offres de cartes de credit, se cache une relance pour acheter des bibelots. Jusqu’ici pas de quoi en faire un plat. Seulement les objects en question sont d’un mauvais gout a en faire palir le cul d’un Anglais. Nicole et moi les avons garde religieusement au cours de ces derniers annees. Ont les regarde un peu comme un album photo de temps a autres pour se marrer un coup.

Sans plus tarder voici la collection:

Shit I get in the mail #1

We’re gonna start easy with the most discusting idea a marketing genius ever had, I give you:


Last time I bought a pizza from Domino’s, they threw free cinamon sticks with it. Rather than be filled with the smell of delicious pizza, my car stunk cinamon like it’s Christmas at the gay ass mall.

Domino’s, inventing puke inducing recipes since 1960