THAT’S THE WHOLE GODDAMNED POINT OF OUR SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT.

As someone who had garlic moose smokies for dinner last night, and venison sausage earlier in the week, I’m giving you a big old star and wishing I could do it again.

Interesting fact: Back in the day, ‘Pepsi’ was a derogatory term for a French Canadian, probably due to the fact that, after WW2, Quebec was the only place in North America where Pepsi out-sold Coke because it was cheaper. In fact, there’s stories of francophone families keeping empty Coke bottles in the kitchen for…

We’re Canadian, so it would be the College of Physicians, but I concede your point :)

I get really sad because my son is an only child and he’s autistic. My brother and sister not only live in a different province, they don’t care about us. To be honest, I don’t really care about them, either. But, my son has no family other than us. No aunts or uncles or cousins. When my husband and I are gone, he’ll…

It sounds like an ice-cream cone.

Go get ‘em, tiger :)

Not gonna lie, I got a little teary when he said his brother encouraged him to talk to someone. Those two clearly love each other and that warms my cold, dead heart. I’m not close at all with my siblings, so I always look at such warm relationships with a combination of confusion, intrigue and envy. “Wait. You called…

Even Jesus has to be stoned to tolerate that jackass.

I’m watching that, thinking, “Holy shit. He’s a misbehaving child and she’s his mother, re-focusing his attention to the task at hand.” You can see the exasperation on her face.

Oh, fun! Thank-you!

Oh, maaaan. Why you gotta make me cry like that?

Not fucking caring. It’s ‘not fucking caring.’

A woman I know (NOT my friend; some lady from the barn) has a ‘script for Oxy for ongoing ‘back problems.’ She gives half to her boyfriend, who sells them, and uses the other half. She burns through prescriptions like a prairie grass fire.

That is seriously one of favourite things about him. He’s always snacking. Our boyfriend is endearingly relatable :)

Ouch.

“Tiffany! How many times have I told you? You can’t hang out with us until you have your soul removed and your heart blackened!”

Captain Tightpants is coming to Calgary Comic Expo at the end of the month. I’ll tell him you say, “Hey.”

International epidemic. Hi from Canada. Can I get you a cocktail?