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If you can dodge a fish…
Why hello there! Aren’t you just cutting a delectably fine figure in that outfit! I thought of a vastly superior way of referring to my career, no longer am I a writer but rather a word monger. Flinging them around like freshly filleted salmon, if you can mong a fish you can dodge a ball!… Continue reading
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What did he just (Tecum)say?
I wanted first to touch on the fact that I’ve been making jokes for years about how in 1814 Canadians (really Mother England at this point) burned down the White House and most of the rest of Washington. Sorry aboot that… You’re probably however, good moving forward. It seems doubtful that zombie Tecumseh will be… Continue reading
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Murder Most Queer
Well hold on to your butts people. I have two utterly unrelated topics and they are both rather queer. Old definition. To be perfectly honest I’m not really sure what it’s supposed to mean anymore, ironic considering it’s likely I am a (lazily) active member. I’ll Google search it later. Anyway, I wanted to tell… Continue reading
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