So I'm watching Police Women of Dallas on TLC (cause it was on when I turned on the TV) and they pulled over this drunk driver and you can't understand a word he is saying the cop says "It's not English, it's not Spanish, it's drunkish." So they call out a drunk driver investigator and are trying to give him a breathalizer and he can't even complete the test because he keeps trying to bite or lick the breathalizer, and he can't just blow into it and he says that his blower is broken because of asbestos. Sorry Tomas you are going to jail.
Moog, 50, who won three Stanley Cup rings in Edmonton, suffered a heart attack while doing cardio work. He managed to make his way home, had his daughter take him to hospital and needed a stent inserted. He’s on the road to recovery but it was the scare of his life.
Haha, I know right? I can't go without my daily fix of internet.
My worst part of the trip, I stayed with my best friend in Denver. I guess he's the kind of guy who once he has a girl will put her above all else, including his friend who flew to see him for two weeks and had hopes of visiting the town. I haven't really talked to him since.
Best part was definitely France. I hadn't seen my extended family in over 4 years and I got to visit almost everyone. Was pretty meaningful as I don't really know them that well, and now I feel like I've established a relationship with a lot of them. Also, to put it in HF terms. The food in France >>>>>>>>>>>> food in North American, and it's "Not even close."
I'm really glad to be home though, I didn't know travel burnout existed until now.