The Province - The peeling paint, broken gutters and fence, piles of debris covered in tarps and overgrown yard are a preview of what’s inside the small house at the corner of Mandy Avenue and Dubois Street in Burnaby. From the packed front porch, a peek through the entrance reveals boxes, electronics and more piled almost to the ceiling. An interior doorway is almost completely blocked. It took firefighters three hours to reach a man who became trapped in the house for at least two days after some of his belongings toppled and pinned his legs. Burnaby RCMP received a call around 8 p.m. Monday from a family member who had been trying to contact the 73-year-old homeowner for two days. Police, firefighters and B.C. Ambulance Service arrived and made verbal contact with the man from outside the house. However, the man was unable to let anyone inside. “He was trapped underneath items — a whole lot of them,” said Burnaby RCMP spokesman Cpl. Dave Reid. “There was no way he could get out himself.” Firefighters had to remove the front door and clear a path to where the man was stuck. They needed a chainsaw to get him out.
Story like this really puts a blogger’s life in perspective. I mean we’re always babbling on here about the life of a blogger and how we’re all such lazy disgusting assholes with absolutely no motivation. KFC eating box after box of Entenmanns donuts, Pres crushing entire bags of Milanos, one time I legitimately ate 3 $1 pizza slices for lunch 13 days in a row followed by 4 days of 5 Guys. It’s a good day if I put pants with buttons on them on, let alone go clean my apartment and throw some shit out and maybe make a healthy meal, you know stuff that adults do. Well for all the times I’ve spent feeling absolutely gross there’s a guy like this Burnaby man who tells me to shut the fuck up and appreciate how mature I am because I’m not buried under 100 tons of trash literally buried on my couch requiring firefighers THREE HOURS to reach me with a fucking chainsaw. I can watch television for a few hours without ending up covered in every single household item I have and 16 billion candy wrappers. And that my friends is as big a validation as there is. Who’s immature now mom?