Ok Bween, your back in your Maple Leafs Chair feeling pretty good about how your interview went yesterday morning, That being said there's one question they asked that was sort of a no brainer, but you still couldnt bring yourself to answering it correctly. They asked you "What should be, and is always on the mind of a 2nd class power engineer?" You got choked up thinking about the answer. You know you were just after telling them you are honest, but you must lie Bween, you can't say what's really on their mind. So you go ahead and say safety should be on their minds along with awareness of company policy and the general gauge readings. This sounds ok Bween but who are you kidding? The two men doing the interview are 1st class power engineers, they know whats really on the mind (even moreso b/c a 1st class engineer knows more than a 2nd). You so badly wanted to say here's what's on the mind; Double D breasts crammed into a tiny brazeer. Chicken fingers and fries with extra gravy and sweet n sour sauce. That scene from wild things where the two lesbian girls make out in the pool. The youtube video of the fat kid falling out of his roller coaster seat. The curiosity of why there is even a starter on a BBQ since not one has ever worked (Just there for the click noise you assume). And finally, the midget downtown halifax who wears no shirt under his open leather coat despite the freezing cold temperatures. This is the only thing that a power engineer focuses on in their career, nothing else.
Ok Bween, your pocket starts shaking and you think it's a text to only see a number calling in which you dont recognize. A little hesitant you put the phone to your ear, take a deep breath and say "Wildcat Bween how may I assist you?" To your surprise you hear drunken rambling and can only make out "What boiler you runnin wha?" The wha at the end of the question narrows it down to a Cape Breton man but who could it be? Ahhh that's it, its Dr. Popsicle calling from Charlottetown. This man is a second class power engineer so you go ahead and ask him what's on his mind at the moment without mentioning the interview question. He slurrs "I'll tell you wha'ts on my mind. Double D breasts crammed into a tiny brazeer. Chicken fingers and fries with extra gravy and sweet n sour sauce. That scene from wild things where the two lesbian girls make out in the pool. The youtube video of the fat kid falling out of his roller coaster seat. The curiosity of why there is even a starter on a BBQ since not one has ever worked (Just there for the click you guess). And finally, the midget downtown halifax who wears no shirt under his open leather coat despite the freezing cold temperatures." He then says he may be in town tomorrow, so Bween you can study him furthermore tomorrow before your shift. Just from this talk Bween you realize, you shouldn't even write for your 2nd class ticket, you know all those intelligent thoughts needed to run a large power plant. Good Job!
Side note Bween: Order more boiler babies tomorrow. The tank is getting low and the flames musn't diminish!
Over and out!
Bween
4:48am
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Day 10 "Suits, Chiefs & Boilers"
Bween you did it again. You relied strictly on others. How old are you, 25 or 3? You had to go ahead and call Ms. Mason again today for her to come over and dress you for your morning interview. She is only one year older than you but you really can't remember the days where you did anything without her 100% input and control. This is good though Bween because if you didn't allow her to take over, then Wildcat Jimmy would have dressed you and you'd look like a cross between Dwight Yoakum and Kurt Cobain. Hmmm you're now thinking maybe you should take Ms. Mason to the interview with you. This would be great, everything they ask you, she could whisper you the answer and you could deliver that perfect bitch everytime. Sweet.
So Ms. Mason takes one look at you as she walks in the apartment and tells you to lose the black tie and white shirt along with the Obama hat. Now you wonder what shirt doesn't make you look like your going to a wedding, so you grab your beautiful light blue moores shirt to go along with those snazzy navy pants. The shirt is amazing on you but you can't help but notice the extra long/puffy sleeves which make you look more like a transformer than anything. You almost look like a transformer who is a wee bit feminine (maybe you turn into a smart car??) Don't be mean Bween, just get another shirt. So you venture into your closet only find that 90% of your clean clothes arent clean at all. There is one shirt that looks snazzy, if one could only dodge the puke stain on the chest pocket of it. Fuck it Bween, you're going to Walmart.
As you and Ms. Mason walk into Walmart you can't help but notice all the attention your getting. Perhaps they've all read your blog and want to come meet you, or they just never seen you clean shaven before and think you look like a retarded 12 year old boy (since you are a regular there). Anyway, we'll bet the 2nd one. So you get what you need in Walmart and get out as fast as you can since Devon Brownhill is anxiously awaiting your arrival at work. Atta boy Bween, you made it to work 30min early just like Ernie Burger taught you. Good job!
Now Bween you're sitting back in your Maple Leafs chair wondering how many shit pills you will need to take in the morning before your 10am interview. You know you feel fine now, but it's a matter of time before clenching as tight as you can while calling security to come let you into the shitter. Either way Bween just relax, take a deep breath, and get back to work. You must know by now those 4 dvd's arent gunna watch themselves by 7am. Get going you lil whippersnapper you. Make the Chief Engineers proud.
Bween
1:43am (approximately 4 hours until washroom call)
So Ms. Mason takes one look at you as she walks in the apartment and tells you to lose the black tie and white shirt along with the Obama hat. Now you wonder what shirt doesn't make you look like your going to a wedding, so you grab your beautiful light blue moores shirt to go along with those snazzy navy pants. The shirt is amazing on you but you can't help but notice the extra long/puffy sleeves which make you look more like a transformer than anything. You almost look like a transformer who is a wee bit feminine (maybe you turn into a smart car??) Don't be mean Bween, just get another shirt. So you venture into your closet only find that 90% of your clean clothes arent clean at all. There is one shirt that looks snazzy, if one could only dodge the puke stain on the chest pocket of it. Fuck it Bween, you're going to Walmart.
As you and Ms. Mason walk into Walmart you can't help but notice all the attention your getting. Perhaps they've all read your blog and want to come meet you, or they just never seen you clean shaven before and think you look like a retarded 12 year old boy (since you are a regular there). Anyway, we'll bet the 2nd one. So you get what you need in Walmart and get out as fast as you can since Devon Brownhill is anxiously awaiting your arrival at work. Atta boy Bween, you made it to work 30min early just like Ernie Burger taught you. Good job!
Now Bween you're sitting back in your Maple Leafs chair wondering how many shit pills you will need to take in the morning before your 10am interview. You know you feel fine now, but it's a matter of time before clenching as tight as you can while calling security to come let you into the shitter. Either way Bween just relax, take a deep breath, and get back to work. You must know by now those 4 dvd's arent gunna watch themselves by 7am. Get going you lil whippersnapper you. Make the Chief Engineers proud.
Bween
1:43am (approximately 4 hours until washroom call)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Day 9 "Concerning Boilers"
Bween Bween Bween, your back at it and boy you're in for a long night. Devon Brownhill (your competition) has his DND interview at 10am tomorrow so you're spotting him. How excited were you driving into work tonight and knowing you can not leave until 16 hours later. 16 hours, holy shit, thats like drivin to Mabou and back to Halifax 4.5 times. Holy shit that's like watchin Shawshank Redemption slightly over 5 times. Holy shit that's like watching 3 Nascar events. Holy's shit that's like going to church in Mabou 21.5 times (mass takes approximately 45 minutes depending on sermen length.) Holy's shit that's like... ok ok Bween settle down, you can just say it sucks and you went on this rant to simply pass a few minutes, good job. You're in for a long night, that's all.
So you login to msn, watch a little of "Superbad" and then take a break. Sorta weird how you have breaks from movies, is this a real job? When you close the movie you get a message from Wildcat Jimmy. You and him go on a rant about how crazy the world is. You speak of everything, from plastic bags taking 750 years on average to break down to Neil Armstrong reading porn on the moon. Either way you and Jimmy both feel plastic bags and porn on the moon is a giant no no. Moving on.
Bween, you couldn't help but give the Boiler a name tonight since lately you have been patting him and speaking to him out loud. Angus Gerome suits him since A.G is stamped on him. He is what everyone looks for in a true friend yet he acts like an infant. He is always warm, has a cute round shape about him. He has short little legs and looks like all other babies (or boilers if you want to treat him like an object). He depends on you much like a baby as well. You have to kick start his day and be with him 24 -7. Since Devon Brownhill watches him during the days you think him as a very reliable nanny. Yes Bween, talk Devon Brownhill out of Power Engineering tomorrow. Convince him to open a daycare. "Devon Brownhill's Daycare." Who wouldn't go for an original name like that. This daycare would also open a slot at the DND Bween. Holyshit, lets get this plan in action. Naaa Fuck Bween, nevermind. These walls are just turning you into Gollum. The only idea you must keep is Angus Gerome is far more than a boiler. He is a love generator. He pushes out 85 pounds per square inch of steamy love. What a guy!
Ok Bween, time to go eat. It's getting to the point you dont need to bring a lunch anymore since your spoon has 30 different old meals dried up on it. Just lick the spoon Bween and youll get full in no time. Lick 1, yum rasberry apple sauce. Lick 2, Mac n Cheese (the pizza flavoured kind). Lick 3, king cole tea. Lick 4 rusty room floor (haha that rhymes). Lick 5, mustard pickles. Ok Ok your getting carried away again Bween, put the spoon down and put up the feet.
The night is but a pup. Let's just hope everyone who reads this blog has no connection to the DND. Goodnight Bween and no watchin "Cast Away." That movie sucks and is only about a guy losing his mind, and not bothering to write blogs.
I Love you forever
I'll like you for Always
As long as I'm living
My boiler you'll be.
Bween
2:49am.
So you login to msn, watch a little of "Superbad" and then take a break. Sorta weird how you have breaks from movies, is this a real job? When you close the movie you get a message from Wildcat Jimmy. You and him go on a rant about how crazy the world is. You speak of everything, from plastic bags taking 750 years on average to break down to Neil Armstrong reading porn on the moon. Either way you and Jimmy both feel plastic bags and porn on the moon is a giant no no. Moving on.
Bween, you couldn't help but give the Boiler a name tonight since lately you have been patting him and speaking to him out loud. Angus Gerome suits him since A.G is stamped on him. He is what everyone looks for in a true friend yet he acts like an infant. He is always warm, has a cute round shape about him. He has short little legs and looks like all other babies (or boilers if you want to treat him like an object). He depends on you much like a baby as well. You have to kick start his day and be with him 24 -7. Since Devon Brownhill watches him during the days you think him as a very reliable nanny. Yes Bween, talk Devon Brownhill out of Power Engineering tomorrow. Convince him to open a daycare. "Devon Brownhill's Daycare." Who wouldn't go for an original name like that. This daycare would also open a slot at the DND Bween. Holyshit, lets get this plan in action. Naaa Fuck Bween, nevermind. These walls are just turning you into Gollum. The only idea you must keep is Angus Gerome is far more than a boiler. He is a love generator. He pushes out 85 pounds per square inch of steamy love. What a guy!
Ok Bween, time to go eat. It's getting to the point you dont need to bring a lunch anymore since your spoon has 30 different old meals dried up on it. Just lick the spoon Bween and youll get full in no time. Lick 1, yum rasberry apple sauce. Lick 2, Mac n Cheese (the pizza flavoured kind). Lick 3, king cole tea. Lick 4 rusty room floor (haha that rhymes). Lick 5, mustard pickles. Ok Ok your getting carried away again Bween, put the spoon down and put up the feet.
The night is but a pup. Let's just hope everyone who reads this blog has no connection to the DND. Goodnight Bween and no watchin "Cast Away." That movie sucks and is only about a guy losing his mind, and not bothering to write blogs.
I Love you forever
I'll like you for Always
As long as I'm living
My boiler you'll be.
Bween
2:49am.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Day 8 "Torrent Boilers"
Well Bween you got back to work and are still annoyed Dal Security gave you a parking ticket at 4:30am on last nights shift. For one, the parking lot is big enough for two of the blobs to lay down in, and for two you are the only car to be seen. What a douche this guard is, claiming you had no parking ticket which was easily seen sitting on the dash. Perhaps he just read my blog trash talking Mankind and felt the need to defend him. Anyway, he's a douche.
So backtracking a tad, you grab Lord of the Rings 3 and realize there is a dvd missing from the case. It's ok Bween, just download that shit at work. You sit down all happy about torrents and begin the 1.2GB download to soonly find out your wiresless connection blows. It may as well say "this aint happening Bween" since the ETA says 1yr and 26Weeks. I bet you The Hobbit could be started and finished before I get to see this film for the 5th time. Oh wait, there it goes Bween, ETA is only 2Hr and 11Min now that you moved your mac to the left 13mm. Good job buddy!
How good is life Bween, you called the boss about being a reference and not only did he say for sure, but he also offered you a few nights off very soon. How soon, who knows but one thing you know is the blogs will stop just for a night or two when these days come. This is a good thing folks, Bween will have more stories from days off than anything. Also, no worries about this blog writing being a fad since everything becomes entertaining in this Cacooon (googled cacoon to ensure correct spelling, since you may only write this word once in a lifetime). Blog writing is serioulsy exciting!
Ok Bween you have a job interview with the DND this Fri so you do what your best at. You rely on others to help paint a perfect picture of you. So you send your resume to Miss Mason who aready has enough shit on her plate to begin with. You know she will do a better job than you, being half retarded when it comes to looking like a professional. Miss Mason then jumps on MSN and tells you what to wear, to make sure to shave, and to act like you do when working for nuns. This is all good help but you're not too concrned since the nuns already told you the job is yours. Should you even go to the interview since the army of nuns are calling on all the angels to do your work for you? Sure, may as well just to get out of the apt fri and go fr a stroll.
Anywho Bween, time to see how high you can count until 7am. May God bless you and may The Lord of the Rings not be in Chinese.
Amen
Bween
10:44pm.....Fuck
So backtracking a tad, you grab Lord of the Rings 3 and realize there is a dvd missing from the case. It's ok Bween, just download that shit at work. You sit down all happy about torrents and begin the 1.2GB download to soonly find out your wiresless connection blows. It may as well say "this aint happening Bween" since the ETA says 1yr and 26Weeks. I bet you The Hobbit could be started and finished before I get to see this film for the 5th time. Oh wait, there it goes Bween, ETA is only 2Hr and 11Min now that you moved your mac to the left 13mm. Good job buddy!
How good is life Bween, you called the boss about being a reference and not only did he say for sure, but he also offered you a few nights off very soon. How soon, who knows but one thing you know is the blogs will stop just for a night or two when these days come. This is a good thing folks, Bween will have more stories from days off than anything. Also, no worries about this blog writing being a fad since everything becomes entertaining in this Cacooon (googled cacoon to ensure correct spelling, since you may only write this word once in a lifetime). Blog writing is serioulsy exciting!
Ok Bween you have a job interview with the DND this Fri so you do what your best at. You rely on others to help paint a perfect picture of you. So you send your resume to Miss Mason who aready has enough shit on her plate to begin with. You know she will do a better job than you, being half retarded when it comes to looking like a professional. Miss Mason then jumps on MSN and tells you what to wear, to make sure to shave, and to act like you do when working for nuns. This is all good help but you're not too concrned since the nuns already told you the job is yours. Should you even go to the interview since the army of nuns are calling on all the angels to do your work for you? Sure, may as well just to get out of the apt fri and go fr a stroll.
Anywho Bween, time to see how high you can count until 7am. May God bless you and may The Lord of the Rings not be in Chinese.
Amen
Bween
10:44pm.....Fuck
Monday, October 26, 2009
Day 7 " Fuzzy Peach Boilers"
Bween, prior to your shift you decide you need to take the shape of a true Power Engineer. You know something is missing but can't put your finger on it. So you sit down for 12 hour periods and allow the hemorrhoids to build . Check. You have enough facial hair to shape a horrific mustache. Check. And you don't clean your coveralls so you permanently smell bad. Check. Then what could it be? You sit up quickly in your bed an hour before your shift and suddenly you realize whats missing. Obesity! You Bween are way too skinny to ever do this job correctly. So you jump in your Pontiac Grand AM your aunt Gwen sold you and you fly to Sobeys. Fuck making sandwhiches, you need some real grub. You head straight to the junk food isle and start deciding on what bag of lays chips to buy. As much as you want Roast Chicken and Salt n Vinegar you realize deep down inside a true mans flavour is plain. You grab two bags of them and quickly run to the candy section where you quickly grab 4 mars bars and a jug of fuzzy peaches. OK Bween, go to the cash right away because you know Devon will be pissed if your late due to your Obesity revelation.
You get to work and just in time. Devon released from his cage heads to the gym to harden his abs and lessen his power engineering knowledge; because we all know the brains behind power engineering lies deep within the milkbag titties and tummies of true men. Then again, what educated man calls a gut a tummy. Sorry bout that one folks.
Ok Bween you ate so much candy now you are either going to shit your pants or you're never going to shit again. Either way it seems like a lose lose situation, much like that famous hit the Wildcats perform. So the feet are up, and you are now finishing up watching Scream 2. The strong hand character actually makes you laugh. Suddenly you get a text and its from miss B.J.B. saying her and The Gut are outside my cage. I quickly open the cage and let them into my cave of noises and unneccessary piping. The Gut looks through every cabinet as fast as he possibly can. Much like an overexcited kid on the terrible TV show Funhouse (1989 ish). Finally he leaves and you get a quick kiss by the boiler by B.J.B. It's Working, the small gut of knowledge is actually turning on all the women of the outside cage world. One girl walked in this room and you got a kiss. Your 1 for 1 Bween. Eat your heart out Freddy Kruger and ManKind, maybe you guys should focus on boilers and Obesity rather than killing and body slamming innocent people.
The Night is but a Pup, but you must get the black tea on the go (since milk goes bad in 20sec by the boiler) and watch The Lord of the Rings "The Two Towers" and eat more fuzzy peaches.
God Bless candy.
In the name of the Boiler, The pump and the Holy Feedwater. Amen
Bween
1:01am
You get to work and just in time. Devon released from his cage heads to the gym to harden his abs and lessen his power engineering knowledge; because we all know the brains behind power engineering lies deep within the milkbag titties and tummies of true men. Then again, what educated man calls a gut a tummy. Sorry bout that one folks.
Ok Bween you ate so much candy now you are either going to shit your pants or you're never going to shit again. Either way it seems like a lose lose situation, much like that famous hit the Wildcats perform. So the feet are up, and you are now finishing up watching Scream 2. The strong hand character actually makes you laugh. Suddenly you get a text and its from miss B.J.B. saying her and The Gut are outside my cage. I quickly open the cage and let them into my cave of noises and unneccessary piping. The Gut looks through every cabinet as fast as he possibly can. Much like an overexcited kid on the terrible TV show Funhouse (1989 ish). Finally he leaves and you get a quick kiss by the boiler by B.J.B. It's Working, the small gut of knowledge is actually turning on all the women of the outside cage world. One girl walked in this room and you got a kiss. Your 1 for 1 Bween. Eat your heart out Freddy Kruger and ManKind, maybe you guys should focus on boilers and Obesity rather than killing and body slamming innocent people.
The Night is but a Pup, but you must get the black tea on the go (since milk goes bad in 20sec by the boiler) and watch The Lord of the Rings "The Two Towers" and eat more fuzzy peaches.
God Bless candy.
In the name of the Boiler, The pump and the Holy Feedwater. Amen
Bween
1:01am
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Day 6 "Baggins' Boilers"
So Wildcat Bween, another 12 hours begins and you needed to call security to let you into the washrooms because for some reason you only have to drop a bomb during your and their shift change. Head desk man tells you of his shift change and that it's going to take a while to send someone down. He obviously has no clue you have to poop so bad that your starting to consider the sobeys bag close to the boiler. Fuck it Bween, noone will notice go for it. The decision is made, the bag it is. As you head towards the bag the officer says hey sir come with me. You can't help but wonder his thoughts if he showed up 5 min later and your hovered over a sobeys bag behind a giant boiler. Either way Bween, you don't put too much thought into it as you head indoors and release the food demons causing your pains.
Bween, you now are sitting back in your Toronto Maple Leafs Lawn chair and can't help but wiggle your ears under your ear protectors to hear the boiler sounds come and go. Whhheeee WWhoooo Wheeee Whoooo only entertains you for about 30 seconds and then you begin texting. Everytime your pocket vibrates you get excited to see what your limited friends have to say. Bween, you really have to stop putting your phone in your left pocket since your splinted fingers on your left hand bascially wont fit in your small pocket. This would stop you from looking like your playing pocket pool with your right hand in your left pocket. Anyway Bween, start remembering this.
So now Bween your pissed. From your 30 Seconds of fun with your ear protectors an ear piece snaps off and you only have one left which twists causing your glasses to move to the upper left direction. How will you ever enjoy The Lord of the Rings with glasses in your way, and not in the good way? So now you just get half of whats said in this great movie while the other half is the horrid sounds of the water pumps behind you comng on every 2 minutes. Hard to beat watchin a movie with half vision and half audio. Ah well Bween its not so bad, there are Children starving. You try to put yourself in their shoes but realize that if they had this movie, wernt in a boiler room, and 20 20 vision, then they could ignore their hunger pains when Gandalf the Grey shoots fireworks from his wagon.
Time seems to have stood still the past while. It is now 12:22am and Bween is done blogging for the rest of the shift. You know what to do boiler gods.
Easy Come, Easy Go!
Wildcat Bween
Bween, you now are sitting back in your Toronto Maple Leafs Lawn chair and can't help but wiggle your ears under your ear protectors to hear the boiler sounds come and go. Whhheeee WWhoooo Wheeee Whoooo only entertains you for about 30 seconds and then you begin texting. Everytime your pocket vibrates you get excited to see what your limited friends have to say. Bween, you really have to stop putting your phone in your left pocket since your splinted fingers on your left hand bascially wont fit in your small pocket. This would stop you from looking like your playing pocket pool with your right hand in your left pocket. Anyway Bween, start remembering this.
So now Bween your pissed. From your 30 Seconds of fun with your ear protectors an ear piece snaps off and you only have one left which twists causing your glasses to move to the upper left direction. How will you ever enjoy The Lord of the Rings with glasses in your way, and not in the good way? So now you just get half of whats said in this great movie while the other half is the horrid sounds of the water pumps behind you comng on every 2 minutes. Hard to beat watchin a movie with half vision and half audio. Ah well Bween its not so bad, there are Children starving. You try to put yourself in their shoes but realize that if they had this movie, wernt in a boiler room, and 20 20 vision, then they could ignore their hunger pains when Gandalf the Grey shoots fireworks from his wagon.
Time seems to have stood still the past while. It is now 12:22am and Bween is done blogging for the rest of the shift. You know what to do boiler gods.
Easy Come, Easy Go!
Wildcat Bween
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Day 5 "Blood and Boilers:
Confusing Karma Bween, you head to Canadian Tire, buy a funnel and tubing to fix a leak in the boiler container for your boss, you hit the liquor store and buy co-worker Devon Brownhill a 24 of Keith's light for landing you this great paying boring as fuck/easy job and you show up to relieve him from work 45 min early. Good things should be coming right? Not a chance.
While cutting tubing you accidentally miss the material and deeply cut your left hands index and middle finger. Now there's blood everywhere, you wanna cry because the site of blood reminds you of falling off your bike at age 6, getting up, thinking your ok and then seeing blood and fainting. Now Devon is putting Duct tape all over your fingers while you cover your eyes with your right hand and keep saying Fuck over n over again. Do you need stitches Bween, well probably but being a power engineer you can't leave so just sit there and call your nurse friend, miss Mason. After she informs you through the confusion as to how bad these cuts really are you phone Wildcat WildDog who through training from his mother, fixes you up quickly as The Gut loses all colour in his face, which now also holds first aid tape for no apparent reason at all.
As the night progresses as slow as one can imagine Bween settles into his Toronto Maple leafs chair and throws on the worst movie ever made. That's right folks, "American Pie Band Camp" is terrible and not even worth downloading for free, yet earlier in the day Devon went to Video Differnce and rented it. Bween will forgive him this time since there was quite a few boobies in the movie.
Right now Bween you will just sit and wait. Ear protectors are on over headphones, Saving private Ryan is playing and many texts are coming in, helping this night move. You just spoke with WildCat Wildog through Skype and Wildcat Cooper. They are half a city away cheering you on. Allow this night to move Boiler Gods, allow it to move.
(1:38am) 5 hrs and 22min remaining of shift
Easy Come Easy Go
WildCat Bween
While cutting tubing you accidentally miss the material and deeply cut your left hands index and middle finger. Now there's blood everywhere, you wanna cry because the site of blood reminds you of falling off your bike at age 6, getting up, thinking your ok and then seeing blood and fainting. Now Devon is putting Duct tape all over your fingers while you cover your eyes with your right hand and keep saying Fuck over n over again. Do you need stitches Bween, well probably but being a power engineer you can't leave so just sit there and call your nurse friend, miss Mason. After she informs you through the confusion as to how bad these cuts really are you phone Wildcat WildDog who through training from his mother, fixes you up quickly as The Gut loses all colour in his face, which now also holds first aid tape for no apparent reason at all.
As the night progresses as slow as one can imagine Bween settles into his Toronto Maple leafs chair and throws on the worst movie ever made. That's right folks, "American Pie Band Camp" is terrible and not even worth downloading for free, yet earlier in the day Devon went to Video Differnce and rented it. Bween will forgive him this time since there was quite a few boobies in the movie.
Right now Bween you will just sit and wait. Ear protectors are on over headphones, Saving private Ryan is playing and many texts are coming in, helping this night move. You just spoke with WildCat Wildog through Skype and Wildcat Cooper. They are half a city away cheering you on. Allow this night to move Boiler Gods, allow it to move.
(1:38am) 5 hrs and 22min remaining of shift
Easy Come Easy Go
WildCat Bween
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