Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • Sympatric Swayze

    And he said unto us, “Hark! Could the owner of the blue 1993 Chevrolet Cavalier please contact reception? Your lights are on”. Good morning, all creatures great and small! I’m annoyingly pressed for time today so let’s just proceed directly past the inane and proceed to adding in the requisite “s”. This piece has some Continue reading

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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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