My giant friend from Tuktoyuktuk was noticeably silent yesterday and I couldn't be much happier. He was really a pain in the rear if he was pissed drunk, so I gave him a piece of my mind and utter the "seal" of approval in French. Unpleasant it may be but it probably worked because the fool shut the hell up.
But Khoopsy, could you please explain to me why every Wednesday, I would have vivid dreams and never forget them? It's been like that eversince I could remember. And this morning was no different. In it I was having an amorous affairs and suddenly being chased by two black rabid dogs. I froze. Like in real life when confronted by pit bull several years ago, but I just looked at that dang animal and stared it down and whispered something.
Phoque...phoque...phoque!
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help yourself bitch.