
So as my superfine girlfriend points out, now our apartment can have dog paw dirt AND feces.

At last, the war is over! Long live the National Hookah Alliance.

Here’s me and Paul Armstrong (right) at the 15th annual Crazy 8s film gala in Vancouver. He insists on touching me at every party.

When I see cops on horseback, I assume ‘zombie attack’ and hide in the bathroom.

Stumbled across this while using Google street view. Bear knuckle fight in Venice, California

Some idiot bagged up their dogs’ poo… …and then left the little green poo bags outside a closed pet shop.

I owe my hockey teammate two (2) beers. Don’t let me forget about it.