Well, this is going to be a very revealing blog post today.
I am currently awaiting my fate on 2 things . The first being awaiting the result of a blood test, the other being awaiting my fate by Revenue Canada. Ooh, I know, both topics give
About Me
- These are indeed, Asinine Times
- Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada
- I came from a dark, foggy, dickensian place where they stick young boys up chimneys. They invented English but they can't talk it. They invented soccer but they can't play it. Nobody has a dental plan. In fact there are no dentists. It's people are quite ugly, ie: I was considered a stud there. My town is , geographically, right in the crotch of the nation. People from my town are called Sotonians. My ancestors were cave dwellers right up until Sam Cunard decided to declare my town as his home port. Archie Bunker called my country a nation of fagellahs. When I was single, every time I asked a girl out I had to qualify my request by stating that I am not Gay, I am English....
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