Call me fickle. Suddenly, I'm thinkin' of perambulatin' my coyote butt out to Victoria. I mean, better climate, (only slightly polluted) ocean air, and - huge bonus - it'd remove me geographically from the stroke-inducing antics of the surfeit of lame idiots infesting City Hall and The Hill. So, healthy move all 'round.
Oh, and, and speaking of surfeits, BUNNIES! Did I mention BUNNIES? It seems the University of Victoria administration has some kinda problem with several thousand of the cute li'l guys. Says they're a clear and present danger. Seems they, ummm, dig holes, and stuff.
Now, where the hell did I put the hot sauce? Pretty sure I can help with all of that...
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