Questions, Queschins, Questshuns

How many useless questions fill your mind? All of our minds, there are always questions or thoughts that float about your head that are either so absurd or useless that you never bother to put them to pen and paper, or God forbid, ask them. Sitting on skytrains, behind office desks, in classroom chairs, laying in beds, drifting to sleep, rising to shine, our brains fill with plenty of clutter, here’s a look at some…

How many other peoples photos do you think you’re in? It’s gotta have exploded if you were downtown a couple of weeks ago, how often have you been to the zoo, museum, public tourist sites, weddings, birthdays, clubs, cities, the kind of job you’re in, that’s all got to play a factor no? How prominent could said photos be? Are you some background figure in a photo that sits on a mantle?

The people you know today, when you hear that they went to the same show or school or place that you did, how you try to think if you saw them back then. How cool would it be if Gazoo was a real guy, and he could pop up anytime and decide on any argument or settle any debate. He’d be like the decider, well, no, that’s Dubya.

Why does 4:20 stand for cannibis or weed or marijuana or skunk or green or endo or buddhao or ganja, shit, maybe the question should be why there are so many words for one thing? We’ve heard the story of the kids that met by some statue looking for pot everyday at 4:20, but something tells us that kids smoking that much pot never really show up anywhere, everyday at 4:20. Little side note, did you know that all the clocks in Pulp Fiction are set to 4:20? How about that?

That guy who always stands holding a cell phone to his ear waving to the tv camera at a sporting event, doesn’t he know he looks like a total douche? Is it your first hockey game? Are you that blown away that you may show up on someones tv screen somewhere? Sit the hell down, you’re blocking the play, you and the person you’re talking to are losers. And, the next day, it’s that same guy that talks like he never took his eyes off the game. Speaking of games, why is it when the ladies go to hockey games, all of the photos are of themselves at the game? Why not just drink beers in front of the big screen and take shots of each other? Seriously.