This is a story of a girl
who was, of course, an English muffin;
who fell in love with a man
who was, of course, French toast
and a mother, who refused
to let her daughter marry outside
of the family
(even though she herself
married a Danish pastry,
and her second husband,
who was Canadian bacon,
but was inevitably tempted
by a slice of American pie)
narrowly avoiding
a game of Russian roulette,
the whole affair concluded
in one spectacular Arabian night.















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Tasty (for the most part).
When in "the States" as we call the country to the south, I often ask waiters at restaurants featuring Canadian bacon on the menu what it actually is. You see, we don't have it in Canada.
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Make [your] characters want something right awayeven if its only a glass of water."-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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Then I show them my Canadian money and explain that the portrait in the top right corner is our Prime Minister Jean Poutine...
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Stop popping that bubble wrap and check out *ThePurpleNurple
Make [your] characters want something right awayeven if its only a glass of water."-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
(...I don't actually know what the punchline of this joke is supposed to be)
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This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
this is wonderful
the title is pretty perfect too
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"not in my cab you don't"
...I got nothin
haha
xo!
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