So here we are.
As usual Jesus is threatening to throw small animals to their doom unless his demands are met.
Why throw them away? Why not ensconce them in pastry with mushrooms?
Other ghastly creatures die naked.
The blueberry ale, as it turns out, is not overwhelming like those Belgian fruity monstrosities and is kind of nice. But AFTER the lobster, you savages.
The verdict: Moncton is dreary but survivable. The town council should look into importing more particle physicists.
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Locales that don't need area codes on 'phone nos. usually are dreary.
WV is afraid you've been "pendized."
So this wasn't part of you drive from California to NYC?
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I have seen god and its name is "Poutine Pizza."
Heh heh. "The Petitcodiac River Valley." That cracks me up. In my mind I see a Kodiak bear in a pettycoat. Dancing, because just like boxing kangaroos, bears dance.
The original inhabitants were the Mi'kmaq peoples. I have no idea how you'd actually pronounce that, but I'm going with 'Mik-Mak'. 'Cause that's kind of fun to say.
So now I know a little more about New Brunswick. Say, isn't the main industry there bowling ball manufacturing?
HA HA HA.
Now that I have convinced everyone I can speak Arabic and Russian my work here is done.
Knowing alphabets is cool!*
*Yes yes, pedants.
I have seen god and its name is "Poutine Pizza."
Needs moar starch!
"Cut Throat Pizza" is possibly the small business name of the century
Cut-me-own-throad Dibbler's Sausage-onna-breadbase? I would hesitate to eat that.
I could lecture you at great length about colour vocabulary in the Mi'kmak language, because they were included in the World Color Survey, but that would almost certainly involve the Explaining Voice.
Needs moar starch!
I am not even sure that is scientifically possible.
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