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There are some ill hydrizzo stations at Niagara, Ontario power is only slightly unwell. Were I a properly certified physician and not merely a goblin witchdoctor I'd say mildly unwell. That's between the beating of my skull drums and dancing around the firepit. Anyways they've madwack stripped the turbines/generators so the hall is plain ol' empty. The thorough bastards have welded the penstocks at the bottom but not to be dissuaded we massaged them biatches open elsewhere. Stoop entered a goddamn trance, firmly grasped his wingwong and began trashing around in agony. His body lifted from the ground slammed into the wall, flung across the room and fell limp. Seconds later he rose sporting a mad white grilly smile and straight 80's haircut. The crazy fool internalised the fetus aborted from the illicit union of Rube Goldberg and fucking MacGuyver. Grabbing a metre length of rebar, 2 bolts, 2 nuts and couple of steel plates be built a giant clamp spanner and forced undone the first of 20 rusty nuts clamping down the penstock hymen. Without subtlety, finese, flowers or chocolate we forced that biatch open and flung the thick plate steel hymen across the room. A glorious light emanated from the steely orifice and we basked in the virginy glow. Then we ran a goddamn train through it - cameras and all. The flix are dope.
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We hit up an abandoned hotel - it's intact and as a pleasant surprise had on-site security. We heard them yapping from the top of the firestairs and thinking they were explorers crept down intending to scare the shit out of em. We got to the second floor and lay upon the landing to peek down in to the bottom of the stairs where we could hear em. Two ladies sporting black and white threads had the firedoor propped open and were sitting down laughing and chatting. Security... great, and working hard as usual. Gingerly getting up we ascended the stairs and exited elsewhere. Keen to get a better look we looped the property and walked through the carpark of the hotel which is adjacent to the main road. Upon sighting us security rushed over to inform us we couldn't walk through the carpark. Heaven forbid! Stoop congratulated them on their fine work and we continued upon our way.
There are lots of good drains in Toronto, we did a small selection of those around. We crammed in a bunch, in addition to more powerstation and a quick run through the subways :) Just wait for the train to pass jump off the platform.
Tipping - oops.
Hooters - average, but we swiped the puncher and filled the 'Buy 6 get one Free!' cards.
Late night - saw a cops on a horse chase down a fat naked black man wandering the street. Mr Hands perhaps? 
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The pinky twitching tea sippers (Stoop & JonDoe) and I nabbed the big 'un (story and pics coming... sheesh settle the fuck down ooorrrright), then took to busting whatever else we could get our freezing lil mits on. I departed the hostel every morning clean(ish) and tidy, to return everynight/dawn covered in dirt, water, blood and various other gunk. Everytime I was smiling ear to ear like a retard at a cuddle party. AaaaaaAAAAaaAAwwwwWWwwww huuUUUuuuuuUUUggggles!
There are some ill hydrizzo stations at Niagara, Ontario power is only slightly unwell. Were I a properly certified physician and not merely a goblin witchdoctor I'd say mildly unwell. That's between the beating of my skull drums and dancing around the firepit. Anyways they've madwack stripped the turbines/generators so the hall is plain ol' empty. The thorough bastards have welded the penstocks at the bottom but not to be dissuaded we massaged them biatches open elsewhere. Stoop entered a goddamn trance, firmly grasped his wingwong and began trashing around in agony. His body lifted from the ground slammed into the wall, flung across the room and fell limp. Seconds later he rose sporting a mad white grilly smile and straight 80's haircut. The crazy fool internalised the fetus aborted from the illicit union of Rube Goldberg and fucking MacGuyver. Grabbing a metre length of rebar, 2 bolts, 2 nuts and couple of steel plates be built a giant clamp spanner and forced undone the first of 20 rusty nuts clamping down the penstock hymen. Without subtlety, finese, flowers or chocolate we forced that biatch open and flung the thick plate steel hymen across the room. A glorious light emanated from the steely orifice and we basked in the virginy glow. Then we ran a goddamn train through it - cameras and all. The flix are dope.
{955|
We hit up an abandoned hotel - it's intact and as a pleasant surprise had on-site security. We heard them yapping from the top of the firestairs and thinking they were explorers crept down intending to scare the shit out of em. We got to the second floor and lay upon the landing to peek down in to the bottom of the stairs where we could hear em. Two ladies sporting black and white threads had the firedoor propped open and were sitting down laughing and chatting. Security... great, and working hard as usual. Gingerly getting up we ascended the stairs and exited elsewhere. Keen to get a better look we looped the property and walked through the carpark of the hotel which is adjacent to the main road. Upon sighting us security rushed over to inform us we couldn't walk through the carpark. Heaven forbid! Stoop congratulated them on their fine work and we continued upon our way.
There are lots of good drains in Toronto, we did a small selection of those around. We crammed in a bunch, in addition to more powerstation and a quick run through the subways :) Just wait for the train to pass jump off the platform.
Tipping - oops.
Hooters - average, but we swiped the puncher and filled the 'Buy 6 get one Free!' cards.
Late night - saw a cops on a horse chase down a fat naked black man wandering the street. Mr Hands perhaps?
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