Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • Squeaky Zeal Gets the Fleece

    Good morning, dear friends, cursed enemies and the benignly ambivalent, please make yourselves at home. Where you presumably already are. What does a frisky snake say to their potential lover in order to woo them? While seductively caressing their perched upon surface, “hey baby, come sliiiither”. Damn that’s hot. Well we’re off on an especially… Continue reading

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  • Don’t Look Quack In Anger

    I heard you say. Salutations friends, thank you so much for joining us for another rousing edition of, “The Blaikie Picayune”. Canada’s least popular, nonexistent, digital newspaper. And those rankings are surprisingly well contested. If no news is good news then you’re going to be ecstatic. I partook in a minor disagreement last week with… Continue reading

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  • Oscar the Slouch

    Good morning, grateful giants, I find myself equally proportioned in my gratitude! First, thank you for bearing with me during my unannounced week off. Just needed a few moments to refresh my jumbled neural pathways. Good news, it could not have been less effective. Haven’t really written anything worthwhile in at least a week but… Continue reading

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