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That food doesn’t count, and kitty is in imminent danger of wasting away right in front of our eyes.

Each cup sold separately.

The little hole-in-the-wall local restaurants are always a treat to go to. When the food is made with love and passion, it makes all the difference. We have a Jamaican jerk chicken restaurant here that’s basically a tiny shack with a kitchen attached to it, and they have the best rotis I’ve ever had.

Nah, that’d be an insult to our country. We need not be associated with the dumpster fire south of us.

There is no windows and no fans in the bathroom in any of the units here, and every apartment I’ve lived in over the years didn’t have them either. It doesn’t appear to be a code violation here, though the codes may differ between houses and apartment buildings.

I live in a 60 year old apartment building, there is very much not an exhaust fan. The smell radiates throughout the apartment if you don’t close the door.

Die, Flock. The company would not be missed.

Hey, at least we have part of the album after 13 years! By Tomas Kalnoky standards, that’s a miracle in itself.

He was never very good at telling people how he was feeling. He told lies, hurt a lot of people. Some say he even gave them up and deserted them when things got tough. Even those he knew for so long.

Streetlight Manifestwo and Catch 44

Best we can spare are the ones flying a hot air balloon into the control tower at unreasonable speeds.

I once tried feeding seagulls some Taco Bell fries that I didn’t want. They looked right at the fries and flew away. If that’s not a damning review of their quality, I don’t know what is.

The American healthcare system killed my grandpa by waiting so long to care for his severe foot infection that his heart (which was already damaged from a heart attack 15ish years prior) couldn’t handle the strain anymore and he passed away. I will never forgive that hospital or the insurance companies involved, and I never even got to say goodbye to him. That kind of shit doesn’t happen as frequently here in Canada and I am thankful for the system we do have, flaws and all.

My cat will sprint across the apartment when he hears the front door open or you call his name. He’s like a puppy in a cat’s body.

But he didn’t want to be defeated!

My dad wasn’t so lucky when he drove a school bus. He was always sick with whatever the kids brought in and said it was the worst, most boring, most miserable job he’s ever done. Worse than driving a taxi for an extremely sleazy guy who later went to prison.

Oh, and we hope you like getting sick all the time because kids are disgusting and the bus is a giant petri dish on wheels!

Silence, brand.

Gonna, gonna, gonna forge 'em all. Gonna forge 'em all, Smithemon!

Just watch out for the lobotomites if you plan on visiting!