I was twelve years old when I first encountered Stephen Leacock, and I have loved him ever since. Not in a romantic sort of way; that kind of love was reserved for Kirk Cameron alone. But, upon my premiere reading of his short story, "My Financial Career," I began to feel a special connection with the Canadian humorist. Naturally, therefore, when forced to choose a subject for my Canadian Literature research paper, I selected Mr. Leacock, and I have to tell you; the more I have gotten to know him, the stronger my feelings have become. I want to know him; I want to share my writing with him; I want to laugh with him, and spend a day fishing at the lake with him (his interest- not mine; I would just enjoy his company). The problem is, he has been dead since my father was in diapers (That was a long time ago). I will never have an opportunity to meet him, and my heart aches. I am not kidding around; my heart actually aches. That is not to say I would have even had the opportunity to meet him if indeed he were alive, but just knowing that it is not even possible makes me sort of sad. In any event, I want you to promise me that you will give him a chance. His short stories contain a delightful blend of insight and absurdity that you will love. You might not learn anything (although you could if you read his bestselling Political Science textbook), but you will probably laugh out loud, or at least crack a smile. I guarantee it.
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I wonder if there's a statute of limitations on raising the dead...What do you say, Jules? Should we give it a go?
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Well... could be a bit of a messy job, but... yeah, no. Maybe not. (PS I deleted the previous comments because they were sick and SPAM-ish).
hot sexy pics of amish bbq ribs....
WAIT this isn't spam, my back ribs are naked!!!!! don't delete me.
funny article Ju-Ju, i want to read MORE!
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