Jan 24, 2007 08:49
162 - I never thought I'd say this, but...
I do get a little homesick.
Please do not misunderstand. I love America. I do not ever want to leave. My friends tell me that one day the government may ask me to leave, but Hyde says that he will find a way to smuggle me into Canada, land of strange policemen in red costumes and cheap beer. He also promises that it will go much better than when I tried to be smuggled out of Canada.
I also love Point Place, and all of my friends. They are wonderful, and have introduced me to things like beer, and the circle, and wedgies (although I do not like that last one very much). I love Miss Kitty and Midge (especially parts of Midge) and Bob and even Red, when he is not being too mean.
And I love American food, like pizza and tacos and spaghetti and frankfurters and tater tots.
And I love beer.
Oh, and girls. I love American girls so much. I love them every chance I get, if you know what I mean.
But... No, screw that. I love it here. I don't ever want to go back to that measly little island ever again. That's what I meant to say.
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