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Smoke There’s Fire

So this is gonna be a short one. I’ve had a recent experience that must be shared, seeing as it is FUCKING JOKES.

So here’s the deal. Friday night I’m out with a couple of my buddies for some drinking and drinking and like. More drinking and stuff. It was good drinking.

The night itself was decent, nothing outrageous. So the whole night doesn’t make a blog entry. Getting drunk and stumbling around doing random fucking shit isn’t all that interesting on paper. Though in practice it’s fucking sweet as shit. Shit isn’t that sweet. I should probably say. Sweet as marshmallows.

Anyways. We’re at a random bar. I don’t remember where. And when I’m drunk I do enjoy a nice cigar. So Aces and I step outside for a smoke.

We’re standing there next to an alleyway, and this fucking drunken large ass Asian guy stumbles down the street and turns toward the alleyway. It actually means nothing that he’s Asian. And doesn’t forward this story at fucking all. But he’s Asian, and I’m very meticulous with my details. So fuck you.

As he’s passing us he gets mad fucking close and sticks his face right in our faces, and just stumbles on. Aces and I think this is fucking jokes, so we watch him stumble. And he stops mid alleyway and starts pissing. Facing the other way, obviously. We saw no shaft. Don’t worry.

And when he’s finished he stumbles back and stops at us. Now this guy is FUCKED. Fucking TrainWreckFucked. He stood there fucking staring in our faces, eyes barely focusing on the two of us standing there. I could literally see his pupils dilate as he tried to look into our eyes or whatever shit this motherfucker was trying to do.

Rooster: Yo man. You okay there? You havin a good night?


That’s what he fucking said. I swear. Mmmmmmmrrrgmmggmmmgggg. It was fucking elaborate.

He looked at us a few more seconds and then tried to walk away. But instead he kind of just, stood in place and did some kind of fucking feet shuffle. Which didn’t get him anywhere. And he looked back up at us with this look of surprise on his face. Like he thought he walked away, only to realize he didn’t fucking go anywhere.

Aces and I are silently dying. Trying not to laugh.

Rooster: You don’t look so good man. You feeling alright?


This guy was a fucking conversationalist. I kid you not.

Rooster: Here man. I bet you could use one of these.

I handed him my half finished cigar. Cause I’m a decent motherfucker. And this guy needed my aid.

And I swear to you. He fucking grabs the cigar from my hand. Continues looking in our faces, and without even glancing at it, puts it in the pocket of his hoodie.

My fucking lit cigar. He fucking put my lit cigar into his hoodie. And he did this like it was the most fucking normal thing he could have done. Like he was just checking the time or some shit. That’s just what he does with fucking cigars. Obviously.

Aces and I fucking cracked the fuck up. It was unavoidable. Did this just actually fucking happen?

And when we laugh he looks at us like he wants to kill us. But that quickly passes. He mumbles some more nonsense. And he just ambles away into the darkness of Montreal.

As you can see. This had to be shared. I really hope he enjoyed my cigar. He deserves it.

Ignite Me

Alright, so, I took a big break. After only writing like, two blog entries. Cause I’m a huge loafer and didn’t feel like sitting in front of my computer and typing up another story.

So this one I’m going fucking legend.

Back in our younger days, a group of us used to do stupid shit. We still do, but we did back than too. And we called ourselves Dumbass. Which is obviously cheaply derived from the legendary Jackass boys. But fuck it. I don’t give a shit. This story became the stuff of legend. (Possibly only in my mind)

PornStar was always the craziest motherfucker out of all of us. Seriously, any amount of time with this guy would lead to such a torrent of hilarity and crazy shit that I’m surprised one of us isn’t dead right now. We could get him to do the most ridiculous shit. And half the time he would come up with the ideas for the most ridiculous shit. And this particular occasion was probably the dumbest fucking thing we have ever done.

PornStar wanted us to set him on fire. I mean, really wanted us to. Like to the point where I think it was just safer for us to light him on fire than not. I don’t know what drove him to want this so much, but he was so adamant about it, that obviously, it became the best idea in the world. I remember his girlfriend at the time was flipping the fuck out.

Girlfriend: No! I forbid you to let them set you on fire!

PornStar: Bitch! Shut the fuck up!

I don’t think PornStar said that. But I like to believe he did.

So we get together with Granola and a guy who we used to chill with sometimes, Carpenter. And the question arises. How do you intelligently set a guy on fire? HAH. Intelligently set a guy on fire. That sounds fucking stupid as shit. And we have no idea how to do this, so we wing it. I had this huge ass sweater, and we stick it in the freezer for a couple hours till it froze. And we head out.

The three of them get themselves some forties, and get Fuckass drunk, while I stay sober. Because, well, a bunch of drunk guys with the intention of setting a guy on fire sounds about as smart as fighting a pack of rabid dogs. None of us have a pool for him to jump into to put out the fire, so we walk to a nearby bridge, the Jacques Cartier. The place is fenced off so we have to sneak in under the fences so we don’t get caught trespassing. I think on that day we were fucking wizards. Cause we were probably as subtle as a fucking headshot. Falling over fences and screaming and shit. And than setting a guy on fire? Somehow nobody caught us. Skillzz with a double zed bro.

The Ignition

So here we are under the bridge. Granola is holding the video camera, and I am the designated lighter of the fire. PornStar puts on the frozen sweater, puts the hood up, and I take out the gasoline.

So now he has 3rd degree burns all over his body. It’s really unfortunate.

Trollllllllllllllllin. I didn’t use fucking gasoline. The fuck is wrong with you? Are you that easily convinced? Jesus. Who’s dumb enough to pour gasoline all over their friend and then set him on fire. That’s fucking crazy. Dumbass.

It was rubbing alcohol. I doused PornStar from head to toe, in rubbing alcohol. At least we took the smart route right?

So now it’s time to do this thing. We’re all set, PornStar is ready, he gives the signal, and yells the most epic two words he could possibly use to kick this thing off.

PornStar: IGNITE ME!

And I do just that. In quick succession, I light his two pant legs, his back, and the back of his head (hood up obviously) on fire.

It was completely and fucking entirely insane. One of the most insane things I have ever seen in this mediocre fucking life. As he stands there, with the camera trained on him, he raises his arms up to both sides, and starts yelling like he’s trying to go over 9000. The flames raised from his head and hands what seemed like fucking 10 feet in the air. And he looked like a goddamned monster. Like the fucking Human Torch. He took the flames for about a full 20 seconds. It was fucking Legendary. And than when all was said and done, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He fell back into the St. Lawrence river. And for those of you who aren’t from Montreal, which is none, The St. Lawrence river is a dirty ass fucking river in Montreal.

So to make things simple.

PornStar got set on fire, and jumped in the St. Lawrence.