I go to the store with my bud Artem (@diacope). I'm going to pick up some child sized SHL Licensed "Boivin" Jerseys for my nieces and nephews. I have like five of them so I have to prioritize the ones that actually like me. So I'm still stuck with five. Looks like I am gonna go out of pocket with this. God, why do they have to cost 60 a pop? I need some poutine to get over this. Artem and I hit up the food court. I bought like six orders of poutine. Didn't use the card on this since I drained it on the jerseys. Artem, wearing his newly acquired BOIVIN jersey, kept telling me this was too much for me to eat since we had workouts after this.
Told him, "You've never seen me and poutine."
"Yeah I have. You eat it after every game."
"Damn right! It is why we won"
"You got like no ice time?"
Shrugged off that burn and chowed down.
Turns out that six servings of poutine eaten in under ten minutes was too much. Started feeling queasy. Then, it hit.
Was one of the least cool things i have ever done. It came out of me all at once, Artem was in between me and the can. I couldn't help that some slipped out before I made it there. Sorry MozGOAT. I'll buy you a new one.