OK, so I feel real, real bad for all of you poor over worked Americans down there, but we up in Canada had a three day weekend.
I went up North, drank like there was no Tuesday, played cards and Scrabble (try spelling words and using those little letter squares after 13 beers).
I went fishing and caught a bunch of fish... but I threw them all back... I hate fish.
I went on this crazy marathon swim with my best friend across the lake and back (total distance is one mile... so it's not quite a marathon, but work with me...)
I ate lots and lots of hamburgers.
And just so no one is let down, yes, after all my friends had gone to sleep, I went out for a walk at about 3 am to the next cottage, about 100 meters down the shore, and I met up with these three rather hot tattooed guys, and sat around drinking and smoking up with one of them... and after the other two went to bed, I shagged the hell out of the poor guy who stayed up with me. But he took it like a champ.
Oh, and I spent a long time in the kayak.
I'm still stiff... from the swimming and the kayak. Not from the guy...:jasun:
HAHAHA
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