Max goes to Toronto: hilarity ensues.

Relatively unhappy with my lack of my inebriation on the plane


Convinced this old asian woman in TO airport that my friend was on Canadian Idol, so she drove us around in a golf cart.


Grabbin' some pints before the ball game. State of being: tipsy


We expected to pre-drink a mini-keg and a 26 of vodka. Also a mickey to sneak into the game. This lead to my ultimate demise.


Predrinking has almost finished, 30 minutes before Jays/Yankees game. State of being: drunk


CN Tower, in case you dumbasses didn't know.


Walking to the game with bottle of vodka in my pants. State of being: drunk


Doc Halladay bringing the heat to Derek Jeter


I ran around the stadium until I finally found this asshole, then I brought him to our section and poured liquor on him.



They only sold shitty Bud Tall boys for 10 dollars each, but they got me fucked nonetheless. State of being: fucked-in-half


Yanks getting raped 13-3 (final score was 14-3). I was unaware as I was unconscious by this point in the top of the 6th.


The liquor has won. The Bud and vodka has ended me. It is 9:07 pm, my friends begin taking notes. My friends know me well enough that from this point on, events will be worth documenting.


"You need to wake up, this looks bad on TV" - Hot usher at Rogers Stadium "Fuck Oakland... Machine guns... Don't even have an airport..." - Max


The families sitting around us couldn't deal with my aggressive drunken behavior and excessive use of the word fuck. Everyone within a 10 foot radius of me leaves. There are 2 innings left in the game.


Good friends will try to stop you from jumping into a harbor. There is straight vodka in that cup. State of being: Loser Pissed


I found tall grass in the middle of Downtown Toronto and and to literally dive into it head first


If I wasn't so destroyed I could've appreciated this, but I was too busy yelling at strangers


I went into a blackout rage at the hotel. Ripped the screws that hold the curtains up out of the roof. I use a lamp to assault my friend Philip. Taylor beats me into submission with a phone book and I pass out. They have video of this.


No more photos were taken beyond this point, but my friends went out bar-hopping while I was KO'ed in the hotel room. They came back at about 3am and found me in the bathtub with a blanket. I wake up in the morning and tell them I had a dream that told me I have to quit drinking, they laugh hysterically. We caught the last flight home, thus concluding my one night in Toronto. I still drink.

what a story, i was hanging on the edge of my seat.

HAHA yeye toronto!!!

Looks like you had fun.

That's fucking great!

excellent documentation and the tuckermax references had me dying

Surf, your avatar looks like vomit.

Bob fuckin' Vila wrote:

Surf, your avatar looks like vomit.

sorry bob, we can't all consume souls for sustenance

Fair.

Boo Toronto sucks lol.

stealth.....u bitch