Penticton rules my ass.
In a non-Despotic fashion...
It's nice when strippers recognize you at the Tim Hortons the next morning. It's like... we're all connected... and you get to see where last nights $5 bill went.
It went towards a double double and a bagel with light cream cheese.
Bizarre.
You live in Ottawa. Stopped off in Penticton.
A friend of mine from Ottawa did the exact same thing.
Maybe you're him.
If so, I'm sure you owe me money.
And a thousand apologies. I thought I subscribed to your blog via rss feed and I just realized I didn't. I've corrected that.
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