This blog is intended for an audience between the ages 1-death. Basically for any body who has seen and judged a "crazy" person on the bus or subway.
An old man sits alone on the subway.A barrier of insanity surrounds him and not one person is found within three or four seats reach of him. Where is he coming from, nobody knows. Where is he going, Who really cares?
His Hat is worn Low over his eyes. His back hunched high. His finger sit intertwined on hiss lap. His head waves from side to side. His feet gently tap up and down on the floor of the train. His words are unclear which mutter "Oui-ee-a-jabaa" His name, not even he himself knows. His past has been long forgotten. His future has been long lost. His presents is all that he knows, yet all that confuses him.
Through the trains thunderous roars, he hears the teenage boy's secretive laughter. Through his shades, he sees the young woman stare in disgust. Through their minds, he reads their fear. And, do they know that he has lost everything that was of value? And, do they know that he was once just like them, "normal"?No. All they know is he is just another crazy on the subway. To them, he is nothing more, and nothing less to be less.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Mayor Clarke
Hi, I'm Hien Vu. You may remember me from such humerus blogs titled as Detective Hien and Dear Doorary. Today, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to take a different approach towards this weeks blog assignment. Now I know I wasnt supposed to blog about Kevin Clarke, the neighborly crackhead, because surely it would only be another "just for laughs" blog. Kevin Clarke's isn't so funny once you've gone deeper into his story, his life.
This blog is intended for an older youth audience between the ages 16-20 and especially for "The Boys of Parkdale."
Fresh fitted baseball cap on his head, brand new T-shirt hanging from his shoulders, crisp blue jeans sagging down to his knees, spotless white Nike's on his feet, a cold nine millimeter glock by his waist and a fat sack of crack tucked between the cheeks below his back. Kevin Clarke was his name and Parkdale was the neighborhood he claimed. Not one dope fiend went hungry with Mr. Clarke out on the block. He served them all what they wanted, what they needed. Money came quick and easy
So how long did Mr. Clarke remain running the streets? Not long. Within a blink of an eye the world he knew was taken away from him. And what took the hats, the shirts, the jeans, the shoes, and more importantly the money all away? All it took was one reckless transaction on the street corner that officer Pewee happened to notice. Kevin Clarke spent three years in prison . It didn't take too long for karma to catch up with him. Clarke figured "I'm already in prison, might as well smoke crack to pass the time by", and so he did.
Mr. Clarke is now known on the streets of Parkdale as Mayor Clarke. He runs for Mayor every year, for those who are curious about his new name. He is also known for wearing a dashiki while riding on a pair of roller blades, with a bucket in one hand and a broom in the other. His teeth aren't too great either, considering the only four he has are a florescent yellow.
Kevin Clarke couldn't have possibly thought he would get away with his reckless and ruthless ways without paying the price later in the future right...right?
This blog is intended for an older youth audience between the ages 16-20 and especially for "The Boys of Parkdale."
Fresh fitted baseball cap on his head, brand new T-shirt hanging from his shoulders, crisp blue jeans sagging down to his knees, spotless white Nike's on his feet, a cold nine millimeter glock by his waist and a fat sack of crack tucked between the cheeks below his back. Kevin Clarke was his name and Parkdale was the neighborhood he claimed. Not one dope fiend went hungry with Mr. Clarke out on the block. He served them all what they wanted, what they needed. Money came quick and easy
So how long did Mr. Clarke remain running the streets? Not long. Within a blink of an eye the world he knew was taken away from him. And what took the hats, the shirts, the jeans, the shoes, and more importantly the money all away? All it took was one reckless transaction on the street corner that officer Pewee happened to notice. Kevin Clarke spent three years in prison . It didn't take too long for karma to catch up with him. Clarke figured "I'm already in prison, might as well smoke crack to pass the time by", and so he did.
Mr. Clarke is now known on the streets of Parkdale as Mayor Clarke. He runs for Mayor every year, for those who are curious about his new name. He is also known for wearing a dashiki while riding on a pair of roller blades, with a bucket in one hand and a broom in the other. His teeth aren't too great either, considering the only four he has are a florescent yellow.
Kevin Clarke couldn't have possibly thought he would get away with his reckless and ruthless ways without paying the price later in the future right...right?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
It's a Hard Knock Life
February 19, 2009,
12:35AM
I Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here!
Don't Wanna See Your Face, Motha F*cker You Better Disappear.
The Fire's In My Eyes And My Words Are Really Clear.
So Beat It you punk ass B*tc, Just Beat It.
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can.
Don't Wanna See Your Own Blood now do Ya? Don't Be A Macho Man now, Ohhh
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad.
Dear Doorary,
Today I have found a new purpose in life! I no longer think of my life as "hard knock" and I no longer think of myself Mr. Lonely! For I am now a hero. How you may ask? Well I'll tell you how! Today after thinking dirty thoughts about the mail man after he left, after bad mouthing the mail box, after getting my wood kicked by two rascals, after soaking my mat in piss, and after smelling a bag of inflamed dog crap, a man dressed in all black came to me in the middle of the night. With his face masked and hands gloved, he held a giant crow bar. Before stepping in a pile of dog crap he noticed that the house had been vacant for the past few weeks and not once has the lights been turned on. So he slowly crept up to me and put his ears close to my heart, to be honest I kind of liked it he, he, he. He made sure that no one was home and then wedged that giant crow bar into my side where my locks were placed, to be honest I kind of liked that to he, he, he, and for several minutes he tried to pry me apart. I then realized that this man was a burglar, a thief! I then told him the above ^^^(very top two paragraphs). It's to bad he didnt understand Door talk, so he carried on with his criminal ways. This time he tried to pick my locks. So, being the door I was I flexed my locks as tight as can be and broke his bobby pin. He then got angry and started beating me with his crow bar, I got two black eyes and a broken knob, and then ran off crying. I successfully protected my 5 kids and ex-wife and all that other crap the owners left behind. I am a HERO! Kind of like that Asian guy from the show heroes, just not Asian and not human, and kind of a little too doorish. I now see that I was created to protect and serve those I love, and that with great power comes great responsibilities. I am a door that all other doors look up to. From now on I shall only respond to as The Great Door!!!
The Great Door says goodnight and sweet dreams Doorary.
February 19, 2009
5:58PM
Lonely I'm Mr Lonely,
I have nobody,
For my own
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
For my own
I'm so lonely,
Dear Doorary,
It's been a lonely day... as always. I see hundreds of people walk by each day and each one that walks by, I wish that they would come and knock me up, ha...ha...ha...I know my life is pathetic. That's the life you live when you're a single parent door like me with 5 door kids. OHhhh how lonely it gets out here all by myself. I know I have 5 kids but there mother got a restraint on me and now I can't remember that last time I got to see them. They all live inside the house and here I am doing nothing but preying on mail men and hating on mail boxes. I got some action today. Uncle John came by, he's the home owners brother, banging and kicking me while screaming "Hey it's me John, open up!" He probably wanted to borrow some money again but it's too bad for him the Vanderhagans are in Mexico right now sucking up all the sun. Oh and almost forgot the Jones' dog came today and pissed all over my new Armani door mat and little Rex Jones left a bag of flaming dog crap on top of it.
That's all the crying I'm doing for tonight. Goodnight and Sweet Dreams Doorary.
February 19, 2009
12:28 AM
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada Treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
Dear Doorary,
It's been a hard knock day...as always. Three people visited me today. The first person was the mail man, he visits me often...but he never stays. He doesn't even bother to touch me. All he does it pull out a few bills from his ugly over sized pouch and slides them into that stuck up mail box and leaves as quick as he comes. That over confident, rusting, jerk of a mail box gets all the attention. I bet he doesn't know his wife is cheating on him with the lawn mower. Enough about that stupid mail box and his cheating wife, I wonder what that mail man's name is? Urghhh, it doesn't matter I'm pretty sure he isn't into doors and plus I don't think he swings my way. Enough about the mail man, so there I was today lonely as ever, hanging from my hinges all day, everyday, when a pair of jackasses, roughly aged between 8-11, come and punch and kick the saw dust out of me. About three punches and two hard kicks, which left me with dents and scratches, as if I didn't already have enough scars and bruises. The whole thing could not have of lasted more than 3 seconds. Nicky Nine Door never lasts for more than 5 seconds of torture, no one wants to get caught. Those littles brats! Although it did hurt, I kind of like the attention, you know with the owners gone for the summer. Without them there is no one to peep through my peep hole, or to lock and unlock me, or to turn my knob... I miss them.
Well, Doorary that's all the action I got today. Goodnight and Sweetdreams.
12:35AM
I Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here!
Don't Wanna See Your Face, Motha F*cker You Better Disappear.
The Fire's In My Eyes And My Words Are Really Clear.
So Beat It you punk ass B*tc, Just Beat It.
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can.
Don't Wanna See Your Own Blood now do Ya? Don't Be A Macho Man now, Ohhh
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad.
Dear Doorary,
Today I have found a new purpose in life! I no longer think of my life as "hard knock" and I no longer think of myself Mr. Lonely! For I am now a hero. How you may ask? Well I'll tell you how! Today after thinking dirty thoughts about the mail man after he left, after bad mouthing the mail box, after getting my wood kicked by two rascals, after soaking my mat in piss, and after smelling a bag of inflamed dog crap, a man dressed in all black came to me in the middle of the night. With his face masked and hands gloved, he held a giant crow bar. Before stepping in a pile of dog crap he noticed that the house had been vacant for the past few weeks and not once has the lights been turned on. So he slowly crept up to me and put his ears close to my heart, to be honest I kind of liked it he, he, he. He made sure that no one was home and then wedged that giant crow bar into my side where my locks were placed, to be honest I kind of liked that to he, he, he, and for several minutes he tried to pry me apart. I then realized that this man was a burglar, a thief! I then told him the above ^^^(very top two paragraphs). It's to bad he didnt understand Door talk, so he carried on with his criminal ways. This time he tried to pick my locks. So, being the door I was I flexed my locks as tight as can be and broke his bobby pin. He then got angry and started beating me with his crow bar, I got two black eyes and a broken knob, and then ran off crying. I successfully protected my 5 kids and ex-wife and all that other crap the owners left behind. I am a HERO! Kind of like that Asian guy from the show heroes, just not Asian and not human, and kind of a little too doorish. I now see that I was created to protect and serve those I love, and that with great power comes great responsibilities. I am a door that all other doors look up to. From now on I shall only respond to as The Great Door!!!
The Great Door says goodnight and sweet dreams Doorary.
February 19, 2009
5:58PM
Lonely I'm Mr Lonely,
I have nobody,
For my own
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
For my own
I'm so lonely,
Dear Doorary,
It's been a lonely day... as always. I see hundreds of people walk by each day and each one that walks by, I wish that they would come and knock me up, ha...ha...ha...I know my life is pathetic. That's the life you live when you're a single parent door like me with 5 door kids. OHhhh how lonely it gets out here all by myself. I know I have 5 kids but there mother got a restraint on me and now I can't remember that last time I got to see them. They all live inside the house and here I am doing nothing but preying on mail men and hating on mail boxes. I got some action today. Uncle John came by, he's the home owners brother, banging and kicking me while screaming "Hey it's me John, open up!" He probably wanted to borrow some money again but it's too bad for him the Vanderhagans are in Mexico right now sucking up all the sun. Oh and almost forgot the Jones' dog came today and pissed all over my new Armani door mat and little Rex Jones left a bag of flaming dog crap on top of it.
That's all the crying I'm doing for tonight. Goodnight and Sweet Dreams Doorary.
February 19, 2009
12:28 AM
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!
Steada Treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
Dear Doorary,
It's been a hard knock day...as always. Three people visited me today. The first person was the mail man, he visits me often...but he never stays. He doesn't even bother to touch me. All he does it pull out a few bills from his ugly over sized pouch and slides them into that stuck up mail box and leaves as quick as he comes. That over confident, rusting, jerk of a mail box gets all the attention. I bet he doesn't know his wife is cheating on him with the lawn mower. Enough about that stupid mail box and his cheating wife, I wonder what that mail man's name is? Urghhh, it doesn't matter I'm pretty sure he isn't into doors and plus I don't think he swings my way. Enough about the mail man, so there I was today lonely as ever, hanging from my hinges all day, everyday, when a pair of jackasses, roughly aged between 8-11, come and punch and kick the saw dust out of me. About three punches and two hard kicks, which left me with dents and scratches, as if I didn't already have enough scars and bruises. The whole thing could not have of lasted more than 3 seconds. Nicky Nine Door never lasts for more than 5 seconds of torture, no one wants to get caught. Those littles brats! Although it did hurt, I kind of like the attention, you know with the owners gone for the summer. Without them there is no one to peep through my peep hole, or to lock and unlock me, or to turn my knob... I miss them.
Well, Doorary that's all the action I got today. Goodnight and Sweetdreams.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Detective Handsome Cases 3,4
Detective Hien Case 4 I Peed on the ROM
Location: Swiss Chalet
Time: 8:45 PM
Suspect 1: Belle
Approximately 5'6
Suspect 2: Beast
Approximately 5'9
Date: February 15
Beast: So what did you do for Valentines day?
Belle: Well it was good and bad...
Beast: What was bad and what was good?
Belle: I've been looking forward to chilling with Mufasa (supervisor 1) on Valentines day since forever and in the morning of Valentines day my stupid boy was just being stupid.
Beast: Who Gaston? What did he do now?
Belle: Well since it was Valentines, I decided to tell him that he was like the first guy that I've ever been in love with... And, guess what he said to me. He said "Well you're not the first one that I've ever been in love with".
Beast: What an idiot!!! Why would he say something like that?
Belle: I know!!! Holy sh*t, lie to me at least, don't say something like that.
Beast: Ha, ha, ha. Why? Something like that you just don't say. What did you say to him after that?
Belle: I told him he's a f**king Idiot and that here I am telling him that I love him and he says this sh*t
Beast: And, what did he say after that.
Belle: He said I should be happy for him telling me the truth. What an idiot. At least my day got better, me and Mufasa went to the bar and got really really drunk ah, ha, ha, ha.
Beast: Ha, ha, ha. Did you have fun?
Belle: Yeah, We peed on the ROM.
Beast:Uh.........
Belle: You know the Royal Ontario Museum?
Beast: Yeah I know but how did you do that? You're both girls and how did you wipe?
Belle: Easy, you put your back on the wall and let it air dry.
Beast: Uh....
Yeah there's no significance to this case. It was just a random conversation that I happened to over here at work and decided it was blog worthy.
And for the final time, All the names mentioned in this Investigation have been changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
Detective Hien... More like Mad Scientist Hien Vu Case 3
I ventured into pitch black caves, I looked under giant boulders, I searched far and wide into ocean and in the end I could not find a conversation interesting enough to blog about. Slowly driving myself into insanity, I found a way to eavesdrop into the juiciest conversations. So what did I do? Instead of stumbling across intriguing gossip by chance, I would spark forest fires and watched it burn. Using my co-workers as lab rats, I threw a hot topic at them bringing up the Chris Brown and Rhianna situation and observed them while they gossiped like mindless drones. Muhahah...MUHAHAHAHA...MUAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...(I've got like 20 more).
Hien: So what's up with the whole Chris Brown hitting Rhianna? Was it that bad?
Aladdin: Bad enough to cancel her performance and her birthday.
Jafar: She got beat up so bad that she couldn't even open one of her eyes.
Hien: Wow, I thought like maybe he just slapped her. What did he do to her?
Aladdin: Apparently he strangled her, and just the beat sh*t out of her. And, there were bite marks all over her body.
Hien: What a f**king d**k! Why would he do such a thing?
Jafar: I think it all started with a text message that Chris Brown got from a "Booty Call" and Rhianna got pissed off and tried to leave the car that they were in. Chris Brown got mad and started strangling her and she called her friend to tell her to call the cops and that's when Chris Brown went ballistic on her.
Aladdin: What a little B*tch. I lost all respect for him.
Iago: Well I heard there was violence in his family growing up. Like, his mom got beat by his dad.
Aladdin: Still, that doesn't make it right for him to hit her.
Iago: I know, but I'm just saying that's probably why he would think it's okay and plus like he probably thinks he's king of the world and always gets things his way, come on he's Chris Brown, and when he doesn't get it his way he probably throws a temper tantrum.
Jafar: Whatever, nobody is ever going to want to work with him again.
Hien: Good for him, he deserves it. How are you going to beat up a woman, like really?
All the names mentioned in this experiment have been changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
All jokes aside this topic is quite serious and should not be taken lightly. It truly is a setback on society that these things are still going on. The lowest thing a man, or if he can call himself that, is to put his hands on a woman. No mother, daughter, sister, aunt, or niece should ever have to put up with any form of abuse.
Location: Swiss Chalet
Time: 8:45 PM
Suspect 1: Belle
Approximately 5'6
Suspect 2: Beast
Approximately 5'9
Date: February 15
Beast: So what did you do for Valentines day?
Belle: Well it was good and bad...
Beast: What was bad and what was good?
Belle: I've been looking forward to chilling with Mufasa (supervisor 1) on Valentines day since forever and in the morning of Valentines day my stupid boy was just being stupid.
Beast: Who Gaston? What did he do now?
Belle: Well since it was Valentines, I decided to tell him that he was like the first guy that I've ever been in love with... And, guess what he said to me. He said "Well you're not the first one that I've ever been in love with".
Beast: What an idiot!!! Why would he say something like that?
Belle: I know!!! Holy sh*t, lie to me at least, don't say something like that.
Beast: Ha, ha, ha. Why? Something like that you just don't say. What did you say to him after that?
Belle: I told him he's a f**king Idiot and that here I am telling him that I love him and he says this sh*t
Beast: And, what did he say after that.
Belle: He said I should be happy for him telling me the truth. What an idiot. At least my day got better, me and Mufasa went to the bar and got really really drunk ah, ha, ha, ha.
Beast: Ha, ha, ha. Did you have fun?
Belle: Yeah, We peed on the ROM.
Beast:Uh.........
Belle: You know the Royal Ontario Museum?
Beast: Yeah I know but how did you do that? You're both girls and how did you wipe?
Belle: Easy, you put your back on the wall and let it air dry.
Beast: Uh....
Yeah there's no significance to this case. It was just a random conversation that I happened to over here at work and decided it was blog worthy.
And for the final time, All the names mentioned in this Investigation have been changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
Detective Hien... More like Mad Scientist Hien Vu Case 3
I ventured into pitch black caves, I looked under giant boulders, I searched far and wide into ocean and in the end I could not find a conversation interesting enough to blog about. Slowly driving myself into insanity, I found a way to eavesdrop into the juiciest conversations. So what did I do? Instead of stumbling across intriguing gossip by chance, I would spark forest fires and watched it burn. Using my co-workers as lab rats, I threw a hot topic at them bringing up the Chris Brown and Rhianna situation and observed them while they gossiped like mindless drones. Muhahah...MUHAHAHAHA...MUAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...(I've got like 20 more).
Hien: So what's up with the whole Chris Brown hitting Rhianna? Was it that bad?
Aladdin: Bad enough to cancel her performance and her birthday.
Jafar: She got beat up so bad that she couldn't even open one of her eyes.
Hien: Wow, I thought like maybe he just slapped her. What did he do to her?
Aladdin: Apparently he strangled her, and just the beat sh*t out of her. And, there were bite marks all over her body.
Hien: What a f**king d**k! Why would he do such a thing?
Jafar: I think it all started with a text message that Chris Brown got from a "Booty Call" and Rhianna got pissed off and tried to leave the car that they were in. Chris Brown got mad and started strangling her and she called her friend to tell her to call the cops and that's when Chris Brown went ballistic on her.
Aladdin: What a little B*tch. I lost all respect for him.
Iago: Well I heard there was violence in his family growing up. Like, his mom got beat by his dad.
Aladdin: Still, that doesn't make it right for him to hit her.
Iago: I know, but I'm just saying that's probably why he would think it's okay and plus like he probably thinks he's king of the world and always gets things his way, come on he's Chris Brown, and when he doesn't get it his way he probably throws a temper tantrum.
Jafar: Whatever, nobody is ever going to want to work with him again.
Hien: Good for him, he deserves it. How are you going to beat up a woman, like really?
All the names mentioned in this experiment have been changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
All jokes aside this topic is quite serious and should not be taken lightly. It truly is a setback on society that these things are still going on. The lowest thing a man, or if he can call himself that, is to put his hands on a woman. No mother, daughter, sister, aunt, or niece should ever have to put up with any form of abuse.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Dectective Rude Bwoi Case 2
Okay, so in the last case my method of Creepism/Stalkism was somewhat of a Cheaters approach, observing from afar. This time I have decided to investigate as an undercover brotha...or chin...or viet... or student or whatever. I played the role as an asian Donnie Brasco, putting my handsome self in extreme potential danger, standing, or in this case, sitting face to face with the suspects.
Location: Room 210 Mr. Shipton's English class
Time: Approximately 2:30
Suspect 1: Tigger
Tigger: Okay, so there's this sl*t and she has three boyfriends, and she has a husband.
Piglet: You told me this one already.
Tigger: SHhhh, don't tell them. So, one day her Albanian boyfriend comes over and they are f**king. She hears a knock at the door and she says "Oh sh*t it's my husband, Hide!" So she hides him behind the refrigerator. She opens the door and its her Italian boyfriend. So she starts to f**k him to and she hears a knock again. So she hides him behind the TV. This time it's her Greek boyfriend at the door. And, again they start to f**k and again she hears a knock and hides her Greek Boyfriend on the balcony.
At this point my cover was almost blown and my safety was no longer guaranteed. Piglet noticed that was writing to the rhythm of the joke being told. He questioned what I was doing and I quickly told him that I could not tell him and that it was top secret. Ah, ha, ha, ha, NO! The truth is that I told them I was supposed to eavesdrop on conversations and that I would not mention their real names. They laughed a bit and carried on with the joke.
Tigger: Okay. So, Finally It's her husband and he starts looking around. The husband finds the first guy behind the refrigerator and says "What are doing back here?" And the Albanian guy says " Oh, I'm the refrigerator repair man" and the husband says " Okay here's $ 20 dollars" and he leaves.
Eeyore: Ha, ha, ha , ha, that guy is so stupid.
Tigger: Okay, so the husband checks behind the TV and he finds the Italian boyfriend and the same thing happens. The Italian guy says "I'm the TV repair man" and the husband gives him $ 20 dollars. And, as the Italian boyfriend leaves, the Greek boyfriend is watching from the balcony window screaming and banging on the door saying "Give me $20 dollars!!! I f**ked her to!!!"
All three suspects: Ha, ha, ha, ha ,ha.
All the names mentioned in this investigation were changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
It's surprising how immature grade 12 students can really be when a supply teacher is in their presence. What exactly is it that makes students, particularly boys, go stupid and animal like when a teacher away and a supply fills in? Could it be that the students no longer feel the need to wear a mask to conform to the "real" teacher's class room expectations for behavior, or could it be that boys are just dumb. And, that no quote would justify their actions in class other than "Boys will be boy." Then again I can't really bad mouth the boys in this investigations, after all I am a boy and did participate just as much in the whole shenanigans, the only difference is that had the great Ms. C and the writers craft class in mind.
Location: Room 210 Mr. Shipton's English class
Time: Approximately 2:30
Suspect 1: Tigger
- Approximately 5'7
- Albanian
- Approximately 5'9
- Afghan
- Approximately 5'8
- Bengali
Tigger: Okay, so there's this sl*t and she has three boyfriends, and she has a husband.
Piglet: You told me this one already.
Tigger: SHhhh, don't tell them. So, one day her Albanian boyfriend comes over and they are f**king. She hears a knock at the door and she says "Oh sh*t it's my husband, Hide!" So she hides him behind the refrigerator. She opens the door and its her Italian boyfriend. So she starts to f**k him to and she hears a knock again. So she hides him behind the TV. This time it's her Greek boyfriend at the door. And, again they start to f**k and again she hears a knock and hides her Greek Boyfriend on the balcony.
At this point my cover was almost blown and my safety was no longer guaranteed. Piglet noticed that was writing to the rhythm of the joke being told. He questioned what I was doing and I quickly told him that I could not tell him and that it was top secret. Ah, ha, ha, ha, NO! The truth is that I told them I was supposed to eavesdrop on conversations and that I would not mention their real names. They laughed a bit and carried on with the joke.
Tigger: Okay. So, Finally It's her husband and he starts looking around. The husband finds the first guy behind the refrigerator and says "What are doing back here?" And the Albanian guy says " Oh, I'm the refrigerator repair man" and the husband says " Okay here's $ 20 dollars" and he leaves.
Eeyore: Ha, ha, ha , ha, that guy is so stupid.
Tigger: Okay, so the husband checks behind the TV and he finds the Italian boyfriend and the same thing happens. The Italian guy says "I'm the TV repair man" and the husband gives him $ 20 dollars. And, as the Italian boyfriend leaves, the Greek boyfriend is watching from the balcony window screaming and banging on the door saying "Give me $20 dollars!!! I f**ked her to!!!"
All three suspects: Ha, ha, ha, ha ,ha.
All the names mentioned in this investigation were changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
It's surprising how immature grade 12 students can really be when a supply teacher is in their presence. What exactly is it that makes students, particularly boys, go stupid and animal like when a teacher away and a supply fills in? Could it be that the students no longer feel the need to wear a mask to conform to the "real" teacher's class room expectations for behavior, or could it be that boys are just dumb. And, that no quote would justify their actions in class other than "Boys will be boy." Then again I can't really bad mouth the boys in this investigations, after all I am a boy and did participate just as much in the whole shenanigans, the only difference is that had the great Ms. C and the writers craft class in mind.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Detective Hien Case 1
Location: Swiss Chalet
Time: 4:55 PM
Suspect 1: Simba (supervisor 1)
Approximately 5'5
Suspect 2: Mufasa (supervisor 2)
Approximately 5'6
Background Info: Swiss Chalet at Bloor and Spadina has just recruited a new supervisor from the Swiss Chalet at Danforth and Pape that has recently closed down. Mufasa (supervisor 2) has just come in for her first shift at Bloor and Spadina. Simba (supervisor 1) is currently showing Mufasa around the premises.
Simba: So were are a take-out and delivery only Swiss Chalet.
Mufasa: It's going to be nice not worry about dine-in
Simba: So these are our drivers. That's line over there ( kitchen workers) and us take-out girls (Cashiers) stay here. Oh that's Timone. Over there is Pumba and Scar.
Connection was lost for approximately three minutes (I was changing to get ready for work)
Mufasa: Who is that over there that just came out of the washroom dancing in their underwear?!?!?
Simba: ... That's Hien. He's the only take-out girl that's a guy.
All the names mentioned in this investigation were changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
Time: 4:55 PM
Suspect 1: Simba (supervisor 1)
Approximately 5'5
Suspect 2: Mufasa (supervisor 2)
Approximately 5'6
Background Info: Swiss Chalet at Bloor and Spadina has just recruited a new supervisor from the Swiss Chalet at Danforth and Pape that has recently closed down. Mufasa (supervisor 2) has just come in for her first shift at Bloor and Spadina. Simba (supervisor 1) is currently showing Mufasa around the premises.
Simba: So were are a take-out and delivery only Swiss Chalet.
Mufasa: It's going to be nice not worry about dine-in
Simba: So these are our drivers. That's line over there ( kitchen workers) and us take-out girls (Cashiers) stay here. Oh that's Timone. Over there is Pumba and Scar.
Connection was lost for approximately three minutes (I was changing to get ready for work)
Mufasa: Who is that over there that just came out of the washroom dancing in their underwear?!?!?
Simba: ... That's Hien. He's the only take-out girl that's a guy.
All the names mentioned in this investigation were changed due to privacy and safety precautions.
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