In Which our Heros Light Out for the Northern Territories, Encounter a Most Tasty Pearl Jam and Sample the Local Fauna

Me and Yeti hike up to Vancouver this weekend, Bigfoot have Monday off for holiday (yes, me have job, start up a small direct-mail service so me could work from home and be own boss). We see many pretty things on the way, and also a few humans, but none of them spotted Bigfoot and Yeti, so we did not have to hurt anyone. OK, I lied. Yeti tore the tongue out of an young human's mouth for "talkin' shit."

On Friday, we sneak into the big hockey arena and watch the Pearl Jam concert. Me have good time, but Yeti not so much. He say "Hey, don't get me wrong, I love these guys as much as the next guy, but Jesus Christ, some new material would have been nice. Next time, how about actually releasing the fucking album before going on tour? Didn't any of those guys see 'Spinal Tap'? Ah well...at least they did Immortality, so it wasn't a total fucking loss. And I will never get tired of Yellow Ledbetter. Ever."

After concert, Yeti mugs a human coming out of the Amsterdam Cafe, takes his pot and say "Sorry asshole. Wrong place, wrong time."