StabWound

Hey Fuckers. J+K here. So we rode the greyhound from Van to Edmonton. Our bus was scoured 'thouroughly', by a Canine named Wiggles, who didn't find much as she was constantly sniffing the buses' ass. It was an uneventful ride. We arrived in Edmonton with ample time to watch the Oilers get defeated in a 5-0 blowout. Whyte Avenue is flanked by cops on hockey night, and is shut down to traffic. Regardless of wins or losses, civil disobedience and alcohol-fuelled wackiness ensues.
Well, we're off to the river valley now. If fortune smiles upon us, we'll come across some fresh meats for the grillin.