Awards shows bore the beer shit out of me. But how could a first rate Canadian motherfucker such as myself miss out on Pamela Anderson's hosting of the Canadian music awards?
Those of you who have been paying attention (stop it!) may be wondering why seal slaughter favouring Mr. Hockey can have a thing for the talented, yet slaughter shy, Ms. Anderson. The answer is simple and ain't about her surgically perfect tits. I like people who take political positions and are persistent about them. Damn those tits looked good on the tv though! Was a time when men valued other men's contrary opinions. Nowadays contrariness is looked upon too often with suspicion and hatred. Pamela was wearing this cool necklace that hung in her cleavage like drool.
Fact is: Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Right Pamela?
It appeared as though most all the musicians were drunk who could make it a far as the stage to speak incoherently to their fans watching the show at home in their igloo with the help of rabbit ears or maybe just a bent coat hanger. This contrasts with the American award shows where all the stars are smoked up on first rate Dope City weed and are watched in trailer parks about to be ripped to shreds by a tornado by their fans smoking lousy Mexican weed.
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I've been told by someone that when you see her on tv, you just turn down the volume and watch....
...I have heard you should turn down the volume on Pam too, but tape her shows first and replay them in slow motion.
Oh mr.beer n.hockey! You come up with the gosh darnedest things!
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