Ch2 16
Whistle’s trying to find her through the floorboards. She’s outside, you little ragamuffin. Unless, of course, there’s something else strange about our hat-wearing kid…
I mean, what could it possibly be? Maybe he just has a really good sense of touch? There’s obviously no other reason, right?
If you know the reason, just post “potatoes” for no reason. I’m sure it’s nothing.
Potatoes!
Happy Canada Day (a day early)!! I’m sure my many relativs across every province from Ontario west would join me in that wish.
There are quite a few east of Ontario who would also join in! We just do it in silence, lest the French find us XD.
Happy Canada day and a happy Independence Day to you on
ThursdayFriday, Bill!Oh, I’m sure those east of Ontario would join in. I just don’t have any relatives there (that I’ve ever heard of) If I do, they were probably horse thieves or smugglers and nobody wants to acknowledge them. 🙂
Though I was born in Detroit and adopted by naturalized American citizens, my (adoptive) mother was from St. Thomas where my grandfather was foreman of the Michigan Central Railroad roundhouse and my (adoptive) father was from Bluevale, the same as Walt Disney’s father (albeit those two were 50 years apart). My mother’s family (allegedly) arrived in Ontario in the late 1600’s or early 1700’s aand mostly stayed there. My father’s several brothers went west and established farms in each of the western provinces.
Cleavage…has separated her from the floor.
That is the power of boob.
I suspect the actual reason might be THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN REDACTED. WOULDN’T YOU RATHER TALK ABOUT CRISPY POTATOES?
I love crispy potatoes!