I can't stand this any longer. People have a right to their own opinions, of course, but if these crazy, narrow wackjobs keep posting stuff like this where decent people can see it, I'm leaving the country.
This is just offensive. And blasphemous. I suggest you go to the blog and give the "writer" a piece of your mind.
Shrimp, I'm lookin' at *you*.
Monday, July 31, 2006
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You'd better describe it or something. Clicking on some unidentified picture on the net can be bad for your mental health. Not me!
It's The Holy Poutine, Food o' the Gods.
I clicked to the page you reference, then clicked through to the poutine.
Then I dreamed about it last night. And not in a good way.
It SO IS NOT!
This is Poutine and THIS is Poutine, Food of the Gods.
Whatever that picture I refered to was, it was not poutine. Above all else, you should never go "eww, did someone jack off over my fries and gravy?
And under no circumstances, ever, do you bring ketchup anywhere near poutine.
It's like dunking the communinon wafer.
Bob, I laughed and laughed and laughed. You're right, of course; the only thing that gets near *my* poutine is mayo, for the fries that didn't get gravified.
Okay, they're "disco fries." Ugh.
Gee, I didn't know that Rick Santorum did children's parties.
hi yah..... here...... it's nice to be here... nice post!!! =)
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