Kicking it back with one my my best buddies Sambo and his super babe magnet dog Vegas - a Doberman.

 

So big - So beautiful.

 

We're walking the dog along Queen street, Downtown, and I'm getting hungry. One of my favortie eats when I'm in the city is a lil place called Burito Boysz - Tastiest burito and priced just right. So as we're walking towards our destination, I decided to make a pit stop and get a Poutine...as I'm ordering Sam takes Vegas to a bench near Nathan Phillip Square - I get my Gravy heavy Poutine and make my way to the bench...I'm walking, enjoying the thought of salty cheese exciting my taste buds and then the smooth gravy washing it all off and flowing down my throat...mmmmm...

 

And all of a sudden

 

Sam yells 'Watch Out!'

 

As I duck a gang of seaguls take multipule jabs at my poutine! One even hit my head in hopes that I drop my poutine!

Fcuk I hate Seaguls! Hate them with a passion! Greedy greedy bastards!

 

Needless to say I did enjoy my Poutine...

 

While we were sitting Sam noticed a display behind us of Cancer Survivor Patients and there was this one wall - about 20 pictures - all of them women - topless - with one breast missing with a wicked scar where the breast used to be. And in the centre, a picture with all of them togather showing off their one breast-ness...creepy...

As we sat there staring at this wall of creepyness, we both came up with a creepy senerio where One breast women would survive some genetic outbreak and after 2-3 generations it would become the norm...don't ask me why we thought this - it just seemed fitting at the time, and alot more detailed/thought provoking ;)