Add one part Darwin Award and mix with an ounce of Rooftopping and/or Burglary and you have a fresh faced ghost now adorning the fabled haunted hallways of The Keg Mansion on Toronto's Jarvis street.
Nobody wants to see a person shuffle off this mortal coil prematurely, but when you rattle the cage of the Grim Reaper, he (or she) will certainly listen when you come-a-knockin'.
So, next time the pretty hostess at the Keg Mansion tells you that it will be a 2 hour wait before you can suck down those Mushrooms Neptune followed by a 12 ounce Baseball Sirloin, instead of sitting in the lobby and staring at the precise spot that young man met his maker, go the fuck upstairs and toast a cocktail to people like him who make us feel just a little bit better about our life choices today.
Nobody wants to see a person shuffle off this mortal coil prematurely, but when you rattle the cage of the Grim Reaper, he (or she) will certainly listen when you come-a-knockin'.
So, next time the pretty hostess at the Keg Mansion tells you that it will be a 2 hour wait before you can suck down those Mushrooms Neptune followed by a 12 ounce Baseball Sirloin, instead of sitting in the lobby and staring at the precise spot that young man met his maker, go the fuck upstairs and toast a cocktail to people like him who make us feel just a little bit better about our life choices today.
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